Teenage Wasteland.

I'd be lying to you if I told you Junior year wasn't the hardest thing I've ever been through, and I haven't even been in it for two months yet.

It's kind of scary when someone tells you that being a high schooler is the greatest time of your life, and it should be.

We should be able to smile more, but we can't when we have to stay up so late and finish essays, readings, formal labs, and calculus.

Being a teenager is suppose to be fun, I shouldn't have to worry about my future as much as I do now, and I worry a lot, I worry to the point of wondering why I try so hard, and why don't I just give up?

And I know I'm not the only one, because I have plenty of friends who consider dropping their AP classes and just aim for community college.

I wish I had the courage to do that, and sometimes I don't know why I don't.

My goal in life is to just be happy, and right now I'm not.

So why should I spend my "best years" not happy because I have the slightest hope that if I'm unhappy now I'll be better in the future?