Dear Highschool, *collectively, not as an organization*
Sometimes I miss you and think that I'd like to go back... then I remember everything you did to me. Isn't that sad? I don't remember what you did for me, but what you did to me?
Ahh, the part of me that only remembers the negative. Blame, Blame, Blame, Blame on somebody else.
I'm pretty angry (this second) that highschool believes with all it's might I should still be in contact with it. What do I owe it? a few dollars, a handshake and a guilt trip...... that's what.
Ahh, the part of me that only remembers the negative. Blame, Blame, Blame, Blame on somebody else.
I'm pretty angry (this second) that highschool believes with all it's might I should still be in contact with it. What do I owe it? a few dollars, a handshake and a guilt trip...... that's what.