a little slice

so I’m pretending that I’m not liking one of Simple Plan’s songs right now. I inadvertantly dled it while looking for some other punk-pop song that can remain unamed for now.
I’m writing essays for Staples, and realizing more and more how genuinely terrible I am at doing everything. But I really hate crying about everything, literally or not. I feel just like everybody else, teenage angst. I feel like I’m trying, inadvertantly or not, to be different.
I got this journal to be open somehwat…but now I realize that I am just hyper aware of ppl reading it. But I know nobody reads it lol.
This is a dumb post…I’m going to go now..