Rejection… Rejection… Rejection…

This really just isn’t my month.

Two rejection letters in one day.

And the thing with my ex.  He is so massively confusing.  Not even kidding.  If you don’t love me anymore, my dear, why is it you call me every other day to talk for an hour?  I know we’re friends, but it is rather confusing when you tell me I am not attractive to males, then three days later (the next time you talk to me) inform me that I have nice legs.

That is just STRANGE.

God.

I was talking to my mother last night.  She was getting annoyed at me because I wouldn’t stop saying “I can’t wait to turn eighteen.”  This is because I am sick of high school, sick of being a teenager, sick of people not recognizing that I can have adult thought processes and ideas.

Or maybe it’s just that they can’t, so they don’t understand why I do.