High school wasn't that bad-- my grades were good, got 4s on all my AP exams, I challenged myself a bit, got into my state school, had a small circle of close friends. But I don't really know if I want to read and write and spend 4 years for a degree. It all feels so depressing now as I am typing this alone in my room while the sun is setting, wishing I never had to work another day in my life again. I can't seem to really search for any meaning.
I totally glossed over that. Nice catch!
And here I like to feel like some sort of discerning critical thinker... *smh*