teenage catastrophe

being a teenager is hard. its the time when your just beginning to think about stuff- while not thinking at all. you think about all the wrong stuff. the miniscule details are ever important, but we fail to get the big picture. i absolutely must have the perfect clothes, but why would somebody be mad if i slapped them for no reason? every move is overcomprehended, making everyone appear to be your enemy. teenagers belong in an asylum, not on our roads.