"We're falling apart to half time."
I'm losing my mind. I need to get out of here. I hate waiting. I'm so sick of it. For some reason I'm happiest when moving, in whatever capacity. I can't sit still and when I do I fall asleep. There's nothing to do, except school and it's impossible to care at this point. Second semester grades don't count for shit. At all, unless you do really badly and I can get B's without trying. People aren't worth the effort, and so I'm left at loose ends. Everything is over and done with and I'm just counting the days until it's official. I hate how predictable everything is. People especially. Not always, but a lot of the time. I suppose I ought to be more engaged in my surroundings, be more social, yadda yadda. Only I don't care. I just want to be done, I want to be gone. Somewhere far, far away.