Just like she's walking on a wire, in a circus.
So, I tried to get my trig class eliminated:
Brown- blah blah, we're setting a standard, it's about endurance, blah blah blah, challenge yourself, at least you're passing.
Me- You don't understand that I'm sick of this. (basically, I cried) My scheduling's been fucked since freshman year. I used to love math, and now I can't keep up with it cause they put me in the wrong classes.
Brown- blah blah blah I'm about the students, blah blah blah challenge is good.. stress is good
Me- Thinking.. that He did not listen to a word I said.
This is my struggle - Timing travesty. I don't have time to think, to respond, to write, to play guitar, to see anyone.
I do this, I do that, I do you. I dunno what I need. (A great big whacking)
It's something about attitude. (Slap me)
There's something about copying. I feel like - has been copying me lately, I know it's really stupid but it just bothers me.
Everyone's doing their own thing, I feel like I'm dancing by myself in a crowded room of drunks. And I can't get out of the room, I'm just stuck in the middle of these people who are so fucking out of it, I just want to slap them and be like "THIS IS WHAT MATTERS!"
Time doesn't matter. You don't matter. Nothing matters. Life goes on within you and sure as fuck, without you. And it's definitely going on without me. I feel like I'm dead. I feel like I've been deserted. And I think I'm going insane.
Brown- blah blah, we're setting a standard, it's about endurance, blah blah blah, challenge yourself, at least you're passing.
Me- You don't understand that I'm sick of this. (basically, I cried) My scheduling's been fucked since freshman year. I used to love math, and now I can't keep up with it cause they put me in the wrong classes.
Brown- blah blah blah I'm about the students, blah blah blah challenge is good.. stress is good
Me- Thinking.. that He did not listen to a word I said.
This is my struggle - Timing travesty. I don't have time to think, to respond, to write, to play guitar, to see anyone.
I do this, I do that, I do you. I dunno what I need. (A great big whacking)
It's something about attitude. (Slap me)
There's something about copying. I feel like - has been copying me lately, I know it's really stupid but it just bothers me.
Everyone's doing their own thing, I feel like I'm dancing by myself in a crowded room of drunks. And I can't get out of the room, I'm just stuck in the middle of these people who are so fucking out of it, I just want to slap them and be like "THIS IS WHAT MATTERS!"
Time doesn't matter. You don't matter. Nothing matters. Life goes on within you and sure as fuck, without you. And it's definitely going on without me. I feel like I'm dead. I feel like I've been deserted. And I think I'm going insane.