Two words.

See if you can figure out any more of my life for me. School hasn't even started yet, how can it be this confusing? Jeez!

Title: Two words.
Author: Cypress
Summary: One sorry-looking teenage girl’s thoughts and feelings over one weekend, summarized into two words per subject. (AKA, too tired to make this many full sentences actually coherent. Besides, we could all use some crappy forms of poetry now and again, especially by people like me who suck at writing but like it anyway.)

Dad. Workaholic.
Stop cleaning!
So tired.
Back hurts.
Foot hurts.
Knee hurts.
Scrapes hurt.
Bruises hurt.
Bites itch.
Hands hurt.
Hang nail.
Finger scabs.
Eyes hurt.
Ears hurt.
Head hurts.
Owie.
Camp. Tiring.
Love mountains.
Never leave.
Stay forever.
Not.
Bathrooms sucked.
Dirty, gross.
Bugs everywhere.
And mildew.
I’m allergic.
Achoo!
Boy. Confusing.
Love maybe?
Screw it.
Gaaaaah.
Porch swing.
Creaks nicely.
Beatles song.
Singing. Good.
Comforting… depressing.
Confusing much?
Oh, yeah.
Sister. Brat.
Too much.
Ack.
Vegetarian food?
No no.
Camp food.
Just meat.
Ew.
Ran activities.
Us, dad.
Rifle range,
Mountain top.
Loooong walk.
Very hot.
Mountain cool.
For all,
Fire balls!
Good candy.
Bad shot.
No bull’s-eyes.
No candy.
Oh well.
BB guns?
Good idea.
Neck hit,
Shots ricochet.
That hurt.
Bad idea.
Ow ow.
Stupid boy.
In head.
Won’t leave.
Stupid boy.
Stupid boy.
Hate you.
Love you.
Go away.
Now, please.
School starts.
Two days.
OH NOES!
Not ready,
Am I?
Stupid me.
Hate school.
Please no.