The Cha-cha, or maybe a solo Tango (With an invisible person)
Once there was a caterpiller. He made a cacoon knowing that even though the salitary confinement would be horrible, in the end it would pay off when he was a beautiful butterfly. But while he was in a cacoon he went insane, because his senior year was so full of time wasting, meaningless events that he never got to spend time with the people he cares about. So now he is sitting here, wasting everyone's time with a seemingly drug induced rant with little to no meaning.
Life is incredible. School is not. Perspective is everything. And right now mine is pritty embarrasing.
When I die, I dare you all to dance on my grave. Seriously, like I double doggie dare you.
If I am ever the host for America's funniest home videos, and I keep smiling that fake smile like Bob Sagot, I want you all to spit at me.
"Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" "Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" "Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" They said.
So he smiles defiently, but still sits down. "You will never silence my mind!" He thinks to himself, but his lips are sown shut.
Good night.
Oh, by the way, I love life, but at the moment my glass is half empty.
P.s. Seriously, dance on my grave. I mean it.
Life is incredible. School is not. Perspective is everything. And right now mine is pritty embarrasing.
When I die, I dare you all to dance on my grave. Seriously, like I double doggie dare you.
If I am ever the host for America's funniest home videos, and I keep smiling that fake smile like Bob Sagot, I want you all to spit at me.
"Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" "Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" "Sit down, shut up, and listen to me!" They said.
So he smiles defiently, but still sits down. "You will never silence my mind!" He thinks to himself, but his lips are sown shut.
Good night.
Oh, by the way, I love life, but at the moment my glass is half empty.
P.s. Seriously, dance on my grave. I mean it.