9/16/1998
New York, NY
Age 16
I still have no idea what to think of this. I never really have. Not lately. What's school anyway?
I haven been to 'school' in a long, long time. And really, I think I'm in the wrong position. I used to think I was going places.. Doing things. But now I'm stuck here
in this school.. In this dirty classroom in this city which is probably just as dirty. I miss my friends. I miss everything.
I'm sitting in my match class. Apparently, the lower level math class. And I'm sitting here, at my desk, covered in curses, trying hard to pretend I'm writing notes.
Teachers frighten me. I remember very clearly when my last teacher (before New York) broke a ruler in half. And held a remote in his hands. And I miss my
friends. One of which, was at one time, sitting in a desk like this, far from home. Held backwards. Just. Like. Me