A long overdue update on the comings and goings of Bouregard M Packworth.

Heyo, tumblr community! How long’s it been since my last contact? A week, two? Anywho, I think another rant is extremely overdue and welcome, and that maybe, just maybe, this one will be as menially entertaining as the last.

Now if you are interested in hearing about my personal ongoings of the last 2 weeks, my family issues, school problems, thoughts about suicide, and how my overall mental stability is hanging on a thread finer than that of a spider’s silk and weaker than a cooked spaghetti noodle over a rockbed of stalagmites, fire, and starved cheetahs, please do continue to read on, because it’s sure to be a doozy!

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… Don’t Throw The Other One at Him.

Look at me. Highschool is sooooooooooooo hard. Boo hoo, wah wah wah.

Please, larger tumblr Community, don’t tell me I’m the only one who absolutely hates that behaviour. Look, I love attention as much as the next 16 year old, adolescent, upper-middle-class teenager in Los Angeles. Attention spins the world around. People wouldn’t exist without caring and love from others. However, this in no way should mean that people of a high socioeconomic standing in one of the most influential cities in one of the world’s superpower countries should whine so much and so often about their personal, petty problems. 

I’m not here to brag about my own superiority or rag on the inferiority of others around me (though I’d certainly like to) and I’m not here to seek attention. I’m here because of peer pressure and a textbook case of the fuckits. I don’t want anybody’s approval except for my own. But, according to my friend, the Jolly Green Giant, displaying my emotions, problems, thoughts and all around human experience to the general public of the lovely place known as the internet is fun, and due to it being 3:00 in the morning, I had no choice to agree with him in order to derail an oncoming 300 ton argument heading 130 MPH to insomnia.

The Basics:

I am in 11th Grade as of now. That’s really all of the interesting facts about myself. I don’t find myself unattractive, and I certainly am nice, but I am sort of, what’s the word…. A socially Awkward tool. I live in Los Angeles County, somewhere upper-middle-class, and I am surrounded by Holier-than-thou, self righteous rich kids. I have a tight knit circle of friends, no feasible relationship in sight, and honestly no skills that could possibly warrant me a job or any time of feasible income in the near future.

Luckily for all the ladies out there, and I say luckily using the most lenient and dishonest meaning possible, I am extremely single. This is due to the fact that, as my best female friend so eloquently explained to me, I am “Sexually Awkward”. Not that I know what that means, but it must be bad, and it makes sense, I’m not that smooth with the Ladies. 

Anyway, that’s all for tonight. Or this morning. I’m not really sure where 3:31 AM falls in the cycle, but I won’t bother you with anything more. This entry really was much more dense than I would have hoped, and I want to save some things for further entries. I’ll try to keep this updated and I’ll post on a regular basis (whether that means, daily, weekly, or yearly I have yet to determine).

Sincerely,

Packmule Bouregard