Fallen.

How do you think I feel, now that I find out I've been lied to for the past four years of my life?

Like poo, that's how.

Senior year was supposed to be the most fabulous year yet, but it's been nothing but college applications, teacher recommendations, and psychological complexes. Geez.

For someone as academically-focused (alright, nerdy) as I am, this should be a breeze. Daily routine, basically. But no.

To hell with a social life. I spend my days staring dumbly at the teacher recommendation form, pretending like I'll actually get around to filling out my first college application, and drinking coffee.

Remember the days of tea? Well, I don't.

Tea has become a drink of the past. A drink for the happy. A drink for the carefree.

So, goodbye tea. Hello BFF, coffee.

Aha.

How funny, this morning, I was free as a frickin' bird, singing in a frickin' tree. Yet, after trying and failing to do something productive, this little birdie has fallen.