Fuck 8th grade science.

I am so happy right now!

Last night I was talking to my best friend in the world, Flynn. Well, actually I was more crying than talking. Everything I've ever wanted to do has never worked out.

I wanted to be an astronaut, but my parents said that I wasn't good enough at math. I wanted to be an artist, but my parents said that I'd be living on the street selling mediocre paintings for pennies so that I could afford a banana peel for dinner. I wanted to be an illustrator, but my parents said that I couldn't get enough money and I'd be a loser. I wanted to be an author, a scientist, a lawyer, a teacher, a basketball player, a rock collector, a waitress, a chef, an actress, and pretty much anything creative, but my parents dismissed all of it and told me to think reasonably and that I'd never make it. They think that the only reason someone would want to do something is to make money, not because it's what they love to do.

Then there's the kids and teachers who hate me, who never want me around, who make fun of me and bully me and tell me I can't sing or write or draw and that I make sense and that I should just go kill myself and make the world a better place.

So I bet now you're thinking, "why the fuck is someone with all these assholes saying shit like this so fucking happy?"

Well, I'll tell you.

I told my friend that I thought that our band wasn't ever going to be anything, and that no matter how hard we try we're never gonna have a chance so long as I'm singing. I told her that the only reason I'm even singing and holding the band back is because I'm too stupid to learn an instrument, and even if I did learn one I'd suck at that too because I suck at everything (that's what everyone says, anyway) and I'm just a stupid failure who can't even pass 8th grade science.

She said I should get a hobby, and I told her about how my parents won't let me because they just want me to make money so that they can never have to work again.

She asked me if there was an instrument that I was interested in and I said that I'd always wanted to learn bass because it's like, the awesomest instrument in the world, but I was too stupid to learn it, much less learn to sing and play bass at the same time. I mean, I can't even sing!

But she said that if I would get a bass guitar and not quit, y'know, really stick with it, she would teach me. HOORAY!!!

I was on the bus yesterday, singing as I always do, but when Hunter heard me, he said, "Skylar, shut up! Stop singing! YOU CAN'T SING!!!"

So y'know what I did? I got out my fucking speakers, blasted Holiday, and sang as loud as I fucking could, right in his fucking direction. I'm done taking his shit, I'm done being pushed around, AND I'M DONE WITH BEING PUT DOWN, and putting myself down because of it.

So y'know what? Fuck my damn parents, fuck the assholes in school, fuck everyone who told me I can't do anything, fuck Hunter Kwiecinski (Sp?), and FUCK 8TH GRADE SCIENCE.

Cuz even if I can't play bass, even if I never learn, I can still sing, write, draw, act, and do anything I want. I can talk my way out of pretty much anything, I can write stories and poetry and songs and scripts and anything my black little heart desires. I can make beaded jewelry and necklaces and key chains and bracelets. I can sew and cook, I can speak my mind, and I;ll be damned if I'm gonna let anyone get in my fucking way.