Everything is super shitty and my only good pictures I can't scan and everything sucks.

I have two weeks of high school left and I'm thrilled to leave this shithole, but I'm terrified because all the other AP kids have $50,000 scholarships and full rides to amazing universities on both coasts and are going to school in LA and New York and Paris and London and Berlin and SEATTLE THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES I WAS BORN THERE AND DUMPED IN COLORADO and I don't even have a B in history or a fucking minimum wage job. I'm behind in my art classes, of all things. Two weeks to straighten myself out. This time last year I knew I'd get away from moving every six months to three years, I knew I'd get out of Littleton, I knew I'd have scholarships and grants and aid and universities begging to have me. School counselor told me to apply at Columbia, thought I could get in. What the hell happened?

I understand that school isn't everything (Christ, imagine a world where school was everything), but I really thought I'd have this next step figured out by now. I feel trapped. At least when you're lost you're out seeing the world, when you're trapped it's just like... damn. What do I do now? I can't just take life one day at a time; I've been doing that all along and look where it's got me.

Fucking Zoloft, kick in already.