forty-three

things i hate:

the way forty is spelled without a u
people giving me shit about being young
restaurants
old people
little kids
my mom
you
old men that hit on me and i have to be nice because they're paying me
feeling lazy
working
skim milk
pictures that don't come out
sharing a car with my brother
not having good food to eat
mirrors
gaining weight
cleaning
hispanics that make fun of me because i can't speak spanish
people who have no authority over me bossing me around
having to work all the god damned time
my dad being out of town
not having any fucking money
not being where i want to be
heat
summer
atlanta
everything

that i complain all the time
that i'm never satisfied
that i'm fucking bipolar

and especially
being in a bad
bad
bad
mood