Do I have to bang my head against a wall to drive away everyone?
How about I runaway with the care free air of an adventurer.
Can life become any more frustrating? A hint about the winding road of my future would be considerably considerate.
Don't ask me what college I want to attend, what I want to be in life, and it would be within your best interests to refrain from giving me unnecessary advice.
My attention span emulates the rotation of the moon around earth, my interest wanes and my eyes wax over.
My irritation is comparable to a Florida rainstorm, it can happen without warning, so do your best to avoid it before you're drenched.
Social interactions are draining so, I remain withdrawn. Only close friends know the difference between introvert and antisocial.
If I received a dollar for every time I listened to someone else's advice, eagerly, I'd be broke.
Such a shame that the blackhole of the mundane will swallow up those around me if I don't hurl them in myself.
If only I could banish the constant complainers, aggravators, haters, and the incomprehensibly foolish to another dimension, my world would be a better place.
Unfortunately, banishment is all I can propose since mass genocide is regrettably a bit overkill.