I'm at school again and yes, I have decided to let go of one of my pretty silver bullets, because the hole has become raw and pain, and my ear feels like it's been dragged along the road, and burned with lemon juice and hacked by a knife.
Anyway, classes have deteriorated till an unimaginable, boring level that is so beneath the word Smart School. Everyday, it's like there's a mutherfucking fly flying right in from of my face right now. Peter says hi :D
There has been almost nothing to look forward for in school. I'm waiting for my brother to drag my dead carcass into his Lancer, and drop me off in school, and run over my skin, fats, and bones. Wait for the principal to drag me into class, before nagging me about my tomatofied ears, and my defiant and stunning ability to hide my untucked shirt.
I miss just going to school to skip classes and crash/hideout in the secret place aka the Toilet, or the Make Out Stake Out area. Now, it's all super guarded and it sucks like a manbitch. I'm going to die of lack of sleep, but I turn into an insomniac the moment my head hits the bed. Yes, I can lie awake for hours thinking just about every little thing that is not important such as FRED and TUTS MY BARREH.
Okay. My hair's falling all over the place, and stabbing my eyes like they're the snake ends of Medusa's head. I'm so out of ways to express the total and utter comfort I am in sitting in his rock hard chair that hardly fits the mega fat curves of my saggy butt.
Today feels like it's a sucky day
(:
Sucky days are sucky only for other people, cause they're stoopid.
Anyway, classes have deteriorated till an unimaginable, boring level that is so beneath the word Smart School. Everyday, it's like there's a mutherfucking fly flying right in from of my face right now. Peter says hi :D
There has been almost nothing to look forward for in school. I'm waiting for my brother to drag my dead carcass into his Lancer, and drop me off in school, and run over my skin, fats, and bones. Wait for the principal to drag me into class, before nagging me about my tomatofied ears, and my defiant and stunning ability to hide my untucked shirt.
I miss just going to school to skip classes and crash/hideout in the secret place aka the Toilet, or the Make Out Stake Out area. Now, it's all super guarded and it sucks like a manbitch. I'm going to die of lack of sleep, but I turn into an insomniac the moment my head hits the bed. Yes, I can lie awake for hours thinking just about every little thing that is not important such as FRED and TUTS MY BARREH.
Okay. My hair's falling all over the place, and stabbing my eyes like they're the snake ends of Medusa's head. I'm so out of ways to express the total and utter comfort I am in sitting in his rock hard chair that hardly fits the mega fat curves of my saggy butt.
Today feels like it's a sucky day
(:
Sucky days are sucky only for other people, cause they're stoopid.
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