La la la I want out of here now. La la la, but I've still got a month and a half, so I should just grin and bear it. La la la that's what I always do, and it only makes things worse. La la la... why can no one bother to be nice to me? Why do we have to argue about such petty things? Why do I never, ever get to go anywhere with my friends? Why am I going to be forced into taking a job with rediculous hours to earn extra money that I don't really need, but will never be able to spend myself anyway?
This week sucks.
This week sucks.