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Last night I dreamt that I was back in high school, and I did everything differently. If I didn't like my classes (which I didn't), I just didn't go to them. I stopped going to school altogether. I'd show up for maybe half a day every two weeks. My mother didn't exist in the dream, I was totally alone, so that when the school called about my absentee-ism, (if they even did) noone would get the call. When I did manage show up, I was quiet and bitter. But everyone loved me and missed me. Everyone was there, too. Made me miss high school just a little bit.
I don't want to go back tomorrow. I figure I'll go to the first day, and then not go back. Just teach myself through the textbooks. I dislike people and I ♥ textbooks.
I don't want to go back tomorrow. I figure I'll go to the first day, and then not go back. Just teach myself through the textbooks. I dislike people and I ♥ textbooks.