Because I have nothing better to do with the weather so gloomy and the prospect of school at 10:30am
Somebody, anybody, kill me. I will thank you. You can hold me to that promise.
My allergies are at its worst since the first year my eye itched so much I almost tore them out of my head, and my doctor told me that I'm allergic to ragweed without even taking a look at me. I refuse any brand of antihistamine so easily purchased at any drug store across Canada. If it weren't for goddamn scientific "improvements/developments" (ie. fix everything with medicine), we probably wouldn't even know the word "allergy" today.
I hate school. I've never hated school more. Second year was tough. I busted my ass to get the grades I did. Third year better be more relaxed. I'd have to run in front of a bus or something if things don't ease up soon. Maybe, when the bus smashes me into pieces, everyone I've inconvenienced will stop and REALLY think about life. Maybe, just maybe, they may realize that society's really fucked and they are, themselves, really stupid people for living the way they do and forcing everyone else on earth to live this way too. But then they'll forget. The police will come, along with the fire truck and ambulance, and they'll sweep my remains. They'll sigh and shake their heads as if it was a tragedy to lose yet another unknown human upon the billions on earth - as if I might have been important for a split second. The traffic will flow again as if nothing happened and all goes on living their stupid lives.
Dear God (or whoever really cares),
Please give me a break in life.
Sincerely,
Elina
My allergies are at its worst since the first year my eye itched so much I almost tore them out of my head, and my doctor told me that I'm allergic to ragweed without even taking a look at me. I refuse any brand of antihistamine so easily purchased at any drug store across Canada. If it weren't for goddamn scientific "improvements/developments" (ie. fix everything with medicine), we probably wouldn't even know the word "allergy" today.
I hate school. I've never hated school more. Second year was tough. I busted my ass to get the grades I did. Third year better be more relaxed. I'd have to run in front of a bus or something if things don't ease up soon. Maybe, when the bus smashes me into pieces, everyone I've inconvenienced will stop and REALLY think about life. Maybe, just maybe, they may realize that society's really fucked and they are, themselves, really stupid people for living the way they do and forcing everyone else on earth to live this way too. But then they'll forget. The police will come, along with the fire truck and ambulance, and they'll sweep my remains. They'll sigh and shake their heads as if it was a tragedy to lose yet another unknown human upon the billions on earth - as if I might have been important for a split second. The traffic will flow again as if nothing happened and all goes on living their stupid lives.
Dear God (or whoever really cares),
Please give me a break in life.
Sincerely,
Elina