> tfw I'm 18
>will be rejected by every college I apply for
If I don't get into college what will life be living for? It's literally impossible to survive in Nyc on minimum wage.
Tryna get drug loot it was too stressful
Now I'm in a lone vessel, feel made to wrestle
To get hundreds by vest full.
Nestle up quick with my dog by my shit
Gotta not rob in this bitch
Take time to switch my investments into learning lessons
Get bricks with sweet trix, till I can call others peasants
Not what I'm gunna do though. Get kicks like judo
Make bands till it's a bananzia, shop in florida to canada.
I'll that for granted no longer a janitor.
Gotta keep my mindframe sane I'm sick of doing the same damn thang.
JOIN THIS CHAT AND MET COOL PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!
J O I N N O W
I really was, all that I did when I got home was watch anime and browse 4chan
Then I did all of my homework during the first class of the day and lunch because doing homework at home took me out of my shitposting mood
bruh who gives a fuck nobody likes a sob story
Get some money if it really bothers you so much you broke ass nigga if not then shut up.
Also go out and get real friends u fookin nerd or don't, but your sob story is equally uninteresting
>All I did.
Then I recommend you follow up that sentence with a statement saying that you enjoyed your time and look forward to doing it more. If not one is left to assume you didn't, as that is the norm.
>Missed enough days to get remedial
>NEVER did ANY work outside of class
>Didn't do any major projects that required me sharing anything about my family, my personal life, or shit like that
>Slept through almost every class, every day
>Still got a 2.5
>Was making an 80 in English when a nigger was making a literal 6
My high school was piss easy.
>mfw niggers would come in at the beginning of the second semester and chimp out about their sub-20 grades, quite a few of which were single digit
If you're remotely sane you will regret most of the time you spend on 4chan. Talking to you is annoying because you don't regret it, but you don't look forward to anymore.
I can see the regret in you. I'm done.
Maybe in the grade at the end of the year. Every week/six weeks teachers would post our grades on a sheet, identifiable through our ID number. We could see what we were making based on our current performance.