one of those days.
I don't know how much longer I can take it here.
Small midwestern town where everyone blames the recession on Obama.
High school where everyone judges each other with no compassion at all.
No one cares about any issues in the world that don't directly affect them.
No one thinks, no one dreams, no one cares.
Girls place all their self-worth on the number of boys they have texting them at two in the morning.
Who I am gets shoved back down by people who have nothing better to do, and I feel like I'm screaming.
Boys don't get me.
I need to get the grades.
"Sam, you missed the student council meeting zero hour and oversleeping isn't an excuse."
Can't sleep.
My eyeliner is uneven.
If it wasn't for my writing and the music...I don't even know.
I need to get out of this town. I fantasize about it sometimes. I'll meet a boy who gets me, who loves me, who thinks, who dreams, who cares. We'll pack up a van and run away to Chicago. We'll bunk with friends of his and live as starving artists, working for pennies. We might break the law, I might never go to college (god forbid), I might get a tattoo I severely regret and all of that would be okay if I could just be happy. Really, truly happy. I know that to achieve that it would take a lot more than what I just said. I could even be happy in this town if I really tried.
I need to try harder because there are two and a half years left here.
Well, that was one hell of a cryptic rant...
But college will save me.
Small midwestern town where everyone blames the recession on Obama.
High school where everyone judges each other with no compassion at all.
No one cares about any issues in the world that don't directly affect them.
No one thinks, no one dreams, no one cares.
Girls place all their self-worth on the number of boys they have texting them at two in the morning.
Who I am gets shoved back down by people who have nothing better to do, and I feel like I'm screaming.
Boys don't get me.
I need to get the grades.
"Sam, you missed the student council meeting zero hour and oversleeping isn't an excuse."
Can't sleep.
My eyeliner is uneven.
If it wasn't for my writing and the music...I don't even know.
I need to get out of this town. I fantasize about it sometimes. I'll meet a boy who gets me, who loves me, who thinks, who dreams, who cares. We'll pack up a van and run away to Chicago. We'll bunk with friends of his and live as starving artists, working for pennies. We might break the law, I might never go to college (god forbid), I might get a tattoo I severely regret and all of that would be okay if I could just be happy. Really, truly happy. I know that to achieve that it would take a lot more than what I just said. I could even be happy in this town if I really tried.
I need to try harder because there are two and a half years left here.
Well, that was one hell of a cryptic rant...
But college will save me.