Birds go flying at the speed of sound

Yesterday was Steph's last day of summer school.
A summer school dropput. Like wtf.
But it's only because they won't let her take the exam a day earlier.
She's going to Germany. And leaving me all alone. Ok, that's a lie. But still I will miss her.

So yesterday after school I went to Streetsville with Steph (my neighbour). It was her first time there. So we went to Murphy's and wading in the lake (the current was STRONG). Then we found a cow's tooth in the river. We wanted to get ice caps but the fucking Tim Horton's had none. So we got slushies. We mainly talked and stuff. I hope she comes to Gonzaga next year.

Some things are getting on my nerves.
Certain people I just want to slap until I knock some sense into their heads.
Sometimes I wish I had more motivation.
I wish I was talented, musically or artisically.
I wish I could still write as good as I used to.
Or sing as good as I want to.

I have so many thoughts in my head I want to write down. I'm sure it would make a good book, but I'm not able to get something to hold my attention for the amount of time it takes to write a short story, let alone a novel.
I wish my friends shared my opinions on things.

Everytime I think I have something good going for me, something has to fuck it all up. Usually, the cause of my problems is the fact I overthink and over analyze.
I want to learn how to type properly, without looking at the keyboard.
I want to be definitely something, instead of always stuck in the middle. I used to think being in the middle was the best place to be, but that causes more problems than solutions.
Summer is just another way to show me that I'm not wanted.
Then again, what do I have these days that shows me I'm wanted?

Grrr. Why am I such a loser?
Fuck you, world.