I bawled my eyes out last night. Never mind that it was because of something trivial. And never mind that I'm a teenager
suffering from PMS. Yeah, excuses, excuses. But, yes, I bawled my eyes out last night. 'Why in the world did you do that?' you ask. Well... Let's just say my estrogen levels were up in high gear -- my hormones must've been partying out last night, drowning themselves in Red Bull -- and add to that the fact that my good ol' bedroom was transformed into something short of a landfill by my wicked
stepmother ... I'm lying, by the way. About the wicked stepmother part. She's very nice, actually. I love her to pieces. Oh, and she's my real mother. I don't have a stepmother. It sounded more dramatic, right? 'How could your stepmother do that to you?' you exclaim. 'Oh, she's your real mother. I'll leave you two to your business.' But hey, I bawled my eyes out last night because of that! Because I came home at night and found that all the junk in the world had been stashed in my room and on my bed. And I'm getting all emotional right now just thinking about. Oh, I think I'll go cry some more. I'm a teenager
suffering from PMS.