Seven Nation Army

I hate making mistakes.

I hate making ugly, stupid, could-have-been-prevented

Mistakes.

That ruin my day

And now my week.

Mistakes that make me

Feel like a horrible human being.

Mistakes that I've tried to remedy,

But it's not enough.

I'm beyond pissed at myself.

I am beating myself up

And I deserve the punishment I got.

I deserve more than that.

I was a stupid teenager I deserve

To be punished.

I made a mistake.

Some breach in my intelligence,

My mind was hazed over with

That lovely "Spring Break" aura.

But I basically ruined my entire spring break

In making this mistake.

I cannot go with my friends tomorrow.

I cannot drive for the rest of spring break.

I am stuck in my house

Until further notice.

Under the scrutinizing eye

Of my father and mother,

Both of which are so utterly

Disappointed in me.

I've ruined my reputation

As a good kid.

I am no longer a trustworthy driver.

One little bump.

A smudge of paint.

Misplaced judgement,

And very, very little damage.

But I've ruined my week off.

I have nothing better to do than homework now.

I have to redeem myself.

In the only way I know possible,

Because I can't pay for the replacement

Tail-light cover for my own car.

Nothing needs to be replaced on the other.

But regardless,

I've done a horrible thing.

I hate making mistakes.

I hate showing weakness.

It was a horrible day.

It's going to get worse.

Here's to a wonderfully fucked up break

Because this idiot can't drive her damn car right.