Senior Summer Envy

I guess my summer's beginning although I haven't even walked across the stage to get my fake diploma yet. Everyone around me is gearing up for some fantastic summer going abroad or visiting parts of America. Or worse, they've already gotten a job so now they're just doing nothing to pass the time because they can. Bitter. Much.

My time in San Diego is cancerous. I only have two months left in this beachy town. It's not even like I have two months to get a job because this is it. By the end of August my parents want me back in dreary San Fernando Valley. I don't have anything to come home to except for family. Sorry I sound so horrible right now, but I can't help it. Eh I guess I'll just stop right here before I come off as evil.

I'm so poor I have no choice but to move back home. I'm not frolicking in Europe or enjoying the fact that I'm done. All I can think of is how I'm going to make next month's rent.