It's Called Being a Freaking Teenager

"If I got money every single time someone asked me why I was so moody, I'd be richer than Donald Trump." ~ Me

Which is, unfortunately, the truth. Take yesterday, for example. My mom takes one look at me, goes, "Why are you dressed like that? You used to dress so nicely!"

Deadpanning, I went, "It's called being a junior in high school," which I guess isn't exactly true. The fact that I dress about as nicely as a trash bag more days has to do more with my jam-packed, stressful schedule, than the fact I'm still going through the hormonal nightmare that is Being a Teenager. Still, I can't wait to become a young adult. I mean, granted, I'd love to go back to being, like, eleven, but since we haven't invented time travel yet, going back in time is somewhat of an impossibility. 

Imagine that!

Anyhow, I hate how my clinician will ask me, "Are you okay, Katie? Because lately your mood has been in a constant flux."

What he's really asking is, "Are you crazy? Do you need a med change? A hospitalization?"

AS A MATTER OF FACT, DR. OZ, I DO NOT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. IT'S CALLED BEING A FREAKING TEENAGER! WE GO THROUGH MOOD SWINGS. IT'S A THING! YOU WERE MY AGE ONCE, YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES! SO DON'T TELL ME I'M 'UNSTABLE' BECAUSE I WILL DROP-KICK YOUR ASS!!!