Writing

So, I'm an English Major at UC Irvine.
New information for you to know.

I enjoy writing. Quite a bit actually. Probably because the town that I live in chokes creativity like an Anaconda wrapping itself around a small baby whose parents let it play outside in the Florida Everglades while they smoked in the house while watching an episode of Dog the Bounty Hunter, which in fact was filmed next door live, because their neighbor ditched their parole officer for the second month in a row.

-Poetry, I'm guessing, is my forte. I've been told that it's decent poetry. Probably like T.S. Eliot without the opium. Yay.

What I love, though, is when I read poetry of the local kids whose parents have WAY too much money for anyone's own good, and they write about how shitty their lives are. I don't know whether to get angry because, well, they have money, and they're complaining about it.
Or if I should laugh.
I will give you an example. This is a summation, not a specific singular example, of the consensus of writing that I've read:

"I Hate My Dad

He makes me do chores
I want to be with my friends
I love Becky
She makes me happy : )))
We've been going out for thirteen days
We are going to be married.
But my dad : O
Makes me sit and do homework
I hate him!
I hate him! : X
I am going to run away!!!!!!!!!!!"
-Written after smoking weed, getting drunk, and doing ecstasy. Because they have enough money to afford it.

I don't blame them for trying. I really don't.
I guess I can't blame them for anything, since their dad was in Taiwan getting an Oriental massage from Xiayou Yin when they were graduating fifth grade. Which isn't good for building self confidence. Or morals for that matter.
So it's good that they're making an attempt. I think.