heather goode, district seven | finished, cb

Being the good girl sucks.

I mean, it's not the worst end of the stick — not when you factor in the popularity, good grades, and generally bright future — but it's still sharp enough to bother me. I'm bored. That's the point I'm getting at here. It's all fun and games when you have the whole world under your freshly manicured nail. Then you realize everything around you has stopped, and this is really as good as it gets. You won the happy life award. You peaked too early.

And then what? Am I supposed to put on a smile and just, I don't know, disappear into my average little existence? Listen to me, I'm too smart for my own good. I can admit that. Because, yeah, I'm all set. I should be fine, nothing should be bothering me, but then I just can't turn off my thoughts. I can analyze anything. It's what I'm best at.

Unfortunately, the bad guys have the better deal when it comes to living. I know this, you know this, we're all in agreement. To suffer is to experience, and new experiences are half the reason to wake up each morning. Just to feel something new. Well, consider how I've been spending every waking hour. Never changing. Never improving. Always as good as I can be.

I'm just really tired,

and I'm craving a little anarchy.