Found my middle school journal…

get me out of here please help me get me out of here
c. 1998

I was a creepy kid.

There was also page after page of really horrible poetry on my depression, as well as a trove of short stories about teenagers who don’t want to be corporate drones, and corporate drones who die regretting their choices. One lady gets ejected from her Land Rover on the 405 and has her head crushed by oncoming traffic while she laughs hysterically about her wasted life.

How I ever wondered why didn’t do well in an office environment.