Oh my.

I want to kill a bitch...namely my 11-14 years old self.  

Did you ever re-discover your middle school Xanga?  I didn't do this recently, but I'm currently talking about the moment that I did.  It had to be one of the worst days of my life.  Not only was I so angst-ridden and lame...but I filled out all of those stupid surveys designed for 13-year-old girls.  UGH.

It's like everything I hate about children combined and was me.  I seriously can't understand what I had to be so annoying about.  It's not like middle school had hard homework or really anything of value.  I also don't know how I had any friends.  I must not have.  Because I think I was that annoying.  

Now, by no means am I saying that I'm a beacon of vivacity and brilliance today, but I like to think that I'm not a bratty prick.  I can actually remember one of my backgrounds...wait for it...Britney Spears.  UGH.

This is the worst part...my username.  No lie, it was.....onelonelytear.  KILL ME NOW.  Seriously!?  I throw machetes at emo losers with screennames like that.  UGH.  I wasn't even emo.  My hair was short and not black and I most certainly wore colors.  I mean, I still have some of the clothes.  

I don't think Edith Wharton had these kind of problems.  But then again, she was too busy being really really rich and talented.  

This must be what anyone who survived the 80's feels like when they look at their old pictures.  

Utter shame that I channel into anger for no one for kicking me in the face.  It would be the friendly thing to do.  So I promise that if anyone I know is acting like a whiny emo bitch, I'll smack them.  Or at least give them a sarcastic 'Please.'  

P. S.  There goes my shirt up over my head...oh my oh my.  Anyone remember that song?