All this time will take its toll on you, as the same it will on me.
I've been silent for years in this school. I've had the perfect chance to watch everyone around me piddle away in their everyday lives, and I know many of you so well, but have never spoken to any of you. I'm not a big talker. I'd much rather watch you then ever try to hold a conversation with you. I've had no reason to. None of you are boring, none of you are all that bad. I just never wanted to. That's not who I am. I'm not social, I'm not funny, I'm not entertaining, and I never felt the need to pretend to be any of those things just so I would have something to do around here. But over all this time, I've noticed a lot, and maybe I should have spoken up at some point. Perhaps I should have done a bit more with my years here, because maybe then my feelings towards this place wouldn't be so hateful.
The people in this school are lacking. This whole place is lacking. Dirty, inconsiderate, rude, manipulative, impious, and ascetic cowards line the hallways. No tact, no discretion, no respect. Situations are absurd and cumbersome. There is no happiness here. You're allowed to see the one nice, charming, interesting side of people, and then all of a sudden, there is this completely different side, as if the first didn't exist. No one talks to you for months, and then you have people coming at you from all angles like you're a blind idiot because they're all so sick of their own lives, that the gossip of someone else's is a perfect distraction.
We first learn how to brew potions to get well, to sleep peacefully, to make ourselves happy, before we would face any of our problems, before we learn to deal with them on our own. We make excuses for the person we are before we own up to the fact that we're not perfect. That we're no ones ideal and that what you see is what you get -- but lets not forget, that what you see around here is never what is real. There is no honesty here. Everyone would rather play games than admit to anything truthful. We'd all rather side-step around the ugly bits than battle them face-on, because we all know that behind the charm, the charisma, the pride, the sarcasm, the lies, we're all immature, scared little teenagers who have no idea what to do with the life that's been given to us. So, we'd rather fake it.
Not to mention the food sucks, and my dorm smells.
The people in this school are lacking. This whole place is lacking. Dirty, inconsiderate, rude, manipulative, impious, and ascetic cowards line the hallways. No tact, no discretion, no respect. Situations are absurd and cumbersome. There is no happiness here. You're allowed to see the one nice, charming, interesting side of people, and then all of a sudden, there is this completely different side, as if the first didn't exist. No one talks to you for months, and then you have people coming at you from all angles like you're a blind idiot because they're all so sick of their own lives, that the gossip of someone else's is a perfect distraction.
We first learn how to brew potions to get well, to sleep peacefully, to make ourselves happy, before we would face any of our problems, before we learn to deal with them on our own. We make excuses for the person we are before we own up to the fact that we're not perfect. That we're no ones ideal and that what you see is what you get -- but lets not forget, that what you see around here is never what is real. There is no honesty here. Everyone would rather play games than admit to anything truthful. We'd all rather side-step around the ugly bits than battle them face-on, because we all know that behind the charm, the charisma, the pride, the sarcasm, the lies, we're all immature, scared little teenagers who have no idea what to do with the life that's been given to us. So, we'd rather fake it.
Not to mention the food sucks, and my dorm smells.