i went to the doctor about 2 weeks ago for my annual checkup. She referred me to a psychologist because she was asking me a bunch of shit and she didn’t like what I said, apparently. I went to the psychologist and he told me I have SAD, which is seasonal affective disorder. I literally get anxious and suicidal every year around this time. I’ve been coming home every day and the only way I can deal is by punching my wall. But now my knuckles are bruised and bleeding and this shit hurts, man.
Call me Jasmina because I hate my name. 17. Armenian, which means that I'm automatically related to the Kardashians. I live in NYC. Fluent in Armenian, Serbian, Arabic, and Italian, which means that I could become a CIA Agent if I wanted to. Future corporate lawyer because I mastered the art of lying. I'm not exactly the best kid because I participate in illegal underage-binge drinking. I get good grades because if I don't, my parents won't feed me. I don't believe in a lot of things. I like to read. I like the sun because it makes my pale, pasty skin black. I enjoy beer and hookah. I'm convinced that the quality of my life will improve if I move to California. A lot of people don't understand my sense of humor.
