bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Monday, March 28
so here it goes all over again.
classmates come, classmates go.
the talkers leave, the stoners stay.
why. when you were really comfortable with keeping quiet because you didnt want to add to the massive noise around you. and because you really dont feel like talking. the talkers leave.
so now you have to talk. or you will be labelled as anti-social and fierce.
your class is so dead.
you don't really like one particular person in the class.
you think that person is mean.
but if you say anything about it, you'll be the mean one.
talking behind someone's back about that person talking behind other people's back.
and so you shut up.
sheesh.
you wish things were different.
you wish that you wouldn't be affected by the ways of the world.
you wish you were really the person you were meant to be.
you wish you didnt care about what people think.
you wish you were stronger.
you wish you were a little taller and that you didnt have to cut off 5 inches of your new skirt.
you wish you could count on someone.
gloree if you're reading this! you can't comment on my blog anymore! no worries, no one can.
goodbye
10:32 PM