Hard Times in New York Town

I made this list at the height of my frustration around yesterday, and I thought I'd post it because I can't think of anything that better expresses my opinions. As a prior disclaimer, however, I'm not writing this to get sympathy or comfort-- I just feel like venting, and you, like Lennon's audience, are the unlucky recipients of the blunt end of my anger and frustration. I actually edited this list quite a bit because I didn't want to unintentionally insult anyone.

Things That Piss Me Off
>>Being treated like a kid, or differently from people I hang out with, because I'm younger
>>When I snap at people for no reason (which usually almost never happens... this last week has been tough.)
>>Harry haven stolen my template (I don't really care about this one, I just wanted to remind him subtly to change it. Guess it's too late for subtlty now... ah, well.)
>>Feeling indelicate and unfemenine
>>When people don't like my twisted black ink drawings, or look at me like I'm insane when I finish them
>>Being just a face to people
>>Feeling ready to drown/cry at Barnes and Noble and embarrassing myself
>>My conversational awkwardness
>>Backstabbers
>>That I have so much junk and people don't accept it when I try to give it to them
>>Everyone's inability to understand the pressure I'm under
>>Coming up with fitting blog aliases. I've decided to give up and just say what I mean.
>>Being called cute. I hate cute.
>>Jealousy. At the risk of completely killing the topic, it really is a motherfucking bitch.
>>Obsessions with ethnicities and sexualities (homo, metro, british, asian, hispanic, etc.), a crime that I'm extremely hypocritically guilty of.
>>Triple-booking my weekends and doing stuff I don't want to do on week days
>>People who don't make clear whether they like me or not.
>>Having lost all my St. Mark's Place connections and habits
>>Not having been to the Reading Room for ages, and thus not having seen Matt (no longer Jack 2) or Chloe or Zack for weeks
>>Bram's class
>>My grades in Bram's class
>>My grades in Mr. Schubert's class
>>That I hung up on Elena when she needed me
>>That I have to take Sue Steckel's math thing over Spring Break and am going to be all alone during it.
>>Ms. Daly, her class, her advisory, and the fact that she hates me because I know more Bob Dylan lyrics than her.
>>The pimples on my forehead
>>People who get depressed EVERY DAY and expect to be comforted ALL THE TIME and stopped from jumping out the window every other week.
>>People who really don't get depressed every day and help me when I'm upset and never ask much of me except for every now and then, and I just have to fuck it up and not know how to comfort them when they're upset
>>douchebag. Because he is, and I don't want to do him the honor of printing his name in my beautiful blog.
>>Having been a C cup in fifth grade and being an E now. I know it sounds lovely, but it really isn't. At all.
>>These damned arrows. I don't know how to get bullet points.
>>Fighting with my parents, even though I'm doing it right now. I fucking hate it, and I can't stop it. It just gets worse.
>>Being thought of as a druggie even though I'm not, and getting yelled at by Ava for smoking when I've never even had one puff in my whole life.
>>Being repeatedly asked to join Quaker Leadership

Things That DON'T Piss Me Off
>>Harry, who is always forgiving and loving and holds me tenderly and kisses away my scars and would never hurt me, even though I'm a bitch sometimes (as in this whole past week).
>>People who write things about me in their blogs. Anything at all, really. I just like being included. Praised is good, too...
>>People who don't care how old I am.
>>Feeling like I made someone feel good or enriched their life in some ways, if only minimally.
>>People who are really good poets and like the songs that I am most embarrassed about having penned, and always cheer me up when I call them, sometimes unintentionally.
>>Knowing how to link! Thank you again, Laura dear.
>>Days when I don't fight with my parents.
>>Doing well in English.