Being in a sea of shit is being at home. every single wall and every single picture reminds you exactly of where you are. You bring regret and remorse to the house. Your parents scold you for everything you are and for everything you want. Yeah i want that but no i can't handle a job. Yelling is a common mode for transportation between their mouths and hopefully to your head. I take all of their words and let them flow right on over. Like a wave. In a sea of shit. 

A sea of shit is getting hit. A sea of shit is your best friend leaving for the summer. A sea of shit is feeling depressed. A sea of shit is your parents voice telling you how shitty you are. A sea of shit is me. 

Start a sara mclaughlin fucking fund for my well being. Tell everyone how depressed and shitty i feel. Let them donate to my protein bar and yogurt eating self. I wanted to take summer classes but i won't have time to with a job. And with a job i'll be more depressed. Good one mom and dad. 

At this point i've stopped kicking. Wading. Waiting. I'm not flailing and i'm done yelling SOS. Why haven't i drowned yet, in this sea of fucking shit.