In the Limelight, I find myself in the Shadows.
Something inside me knows that I should be excited about this year, but a lurking sense of pessimism kills the excitement a long the way.
I have a full schedule, which isn't so bad. However, two of the classes I am taking seem sort of tough for me to handle.
Since I am horrible at both math and physics, I know I am going to need some extra studying in order for me to successfully pass the courses.
Am I like, the dumbest nerd there is? I am serious. I love school, I love learning new things, I love homework, and I can study for hours, but when it comes to math-based subjects and/or spanish courses, I totally space out and become lost in a world of confusion.
I'm a total loser, I guess. It's pretty pathetic, pitiful, and stupid of me to not know a thing (okay, maybe some) about mathematics physical science. But whatever. We'll see how it goes.
As for my first day, eh, it went okay, I guess. Not too much fame.
A friend of mine, I will not disclose her name, is dropping out now that she is a senior, which I find pretty stupid in her part. But she has her reasons.
I just can't believe she is just going to leave like that. All those years of hard work, for nothing.
I guess I am thankful I chose another route (not that I ever had dropping out as one of my options).
Journalism is awesome! I am so excited for this year; we are going to do great, I know it!
It feels so cool being the Editor-In-Chief. IDK, just the fact that I am in charge of everything and everyone in the staff, is like, whoa!
People are actually respecting me, looking up to me, and they think I know the answers to their questions, which I will in a while.
I guess time does mend some wounds (some, not all).
I seriously never thought my senior year would turn out like this; I am thankful (yet, at times, regretful for not taking this step earlier in life) that this happened to me.
Hey, I am just as important as the fucking senior class and student council presidents! How fucking neat is that?!
Psh! I am better than them! They can suck my big, Journalism aspired dick!
Fuck yeah!
I sit on the bed, cold comfort and no embrace, and the thought of you never leaves my mind.
I am sick; sick of you lies, your intentions, your way of living, your smell; it all seems to fade, as I do, in this world of happy, unreal thoughts that degrade into morbid feelings of your cold, rigor body.
Am I this numb? as to not feel your love anymore; or are you just a fool, playing us both.
Killing us as we ride a long the highway, that highway to hell destined for unloved lovers?
A straight destination is bound to take me nowhere.
But will a skid off the road still lead me to you heart?
I have a full schedule, which isn't so bad. However, two of the classes I am taking seem sort of tough for me to handle.
Since I am horrible at both math and physics, I know I am going to need some extra studying in order for me to successfully pass the courses.
Am I like, the dumbest nerd there is? I am serious. I love school, I love learning new things, I love homework, and I can study for hours, but when it comes to math-based subjects and/or spanish courses, I totally space out and become lost in a world of confusion.
I'm a total loser, I guess. It's pretty pathetic, pitiful, and stupid of me to not know a thing (okay, maybe some) about mathematics physical science. But whatever. We'll see how it goes.
As for my first day, eh, it went okay, I guess. Not too much fame.
A friend of mine, I will not disclose her name, is dropping out now that she is a senior, which I find pretty stupid in her part. But she has her reasons.
I just can't believe she is just going to leave like that. All those years of hard work, for nothing.
I guess I am thankful I chose another route (not that I ever had dropping out as one of my options).
Journalism is awesome! I am so excited for this year; we are going to do great, I know it!
It feels so cool being the Editor-In-Chief. IDK, just the fact that I am in charge of everything and everyone in the staff, is like, whoa!
People are actually respecting me, looking up to me, and they think I know the answers to their questions, which I will in a while.
I guess time does mend some wounds (some, not all).
I seriously never thought my senior year would turn out like this; I am thankful (yet, at times, regretful for not taking this step earlier in life) that this happened to me.
Hey, I am just as important as the fucking senior class and student council presidents! How fucking neat is that?!
Psh! I am better than them! They can suck my big, Journalism aspired dick!
Fuck yeah!
I sit on the bed, cold comfort and no embrace, and the thought of you never leaves my mind.
I am sick; sick of you lies, your intentions, your way of living, your smell; it all seems to fade, as I do, in this world of happy, unreal thoughts that degrade into morbid feelings of your cold, rigor body.
Am I this numb? as to not feel your love anymore; or are you just a fool, playing us both.
Killing us as we ride a long the highway, that highway to hell destined for unloved lovers?
A straight destination is bound to take me nowhere.
But will a skid off the road still lead me to you heart?