I want to get to know someone, not the acquaintance of someone, it has to be raw and reek of emotion. There isn't a right way to open up, it's always gradual. Sometimes the best way to understand people is to get in their head and actually find out everything, likes v. dislikes, lovers v. enemies, favorites, etc. Today it seems as though we are so locked up in our own heads that we forget about the endless possibilities of another. Personalities, that's what i want to analyze and understand why they are who they are but the dark side seems too endless and always stops me, or Maybe i'm too lifted.

Inhale. High. Exhale.

Papers, vocabulary, tests, quizes, and all the other bulllshit on my plate; i thought when you were in your "prime" you were suppose to live, not be stressed to death over material you won't remember when you're 94 and basically breathing carrion. You'll remember the time you snuck out to get to the clouds with someone you just met, the time you almost drowned when you were flying with molly or maybe you'll remember the equation for cubics in pre-calculus. I guess it's objective, but i can only speak for myself: a lonely, wild, mess with nothing but work and school.

Inhale. Ash. High. Exhale.

Insomnia has kept me up 4 nights in a row but i can't feel the aching of sleep yet. I'm lifted and i'm reeling from my morning thoughts but i keep walking block after crime infested block to a pristine building of corrupted educators and more than one self proclaimed businessmen. My businessman of choice is a tall man with a comb over, always dressed like he has some place important to be, with his rolex and dress shoes along with the heinous uniforms, more often than not he has every hook up anyone could ever ask for. There isn't any cops at school because there isn't a problem, at least that's what the teachers and other authority figures like to believe, i can't remember the last day i didn't hear the sirens but never for me. Getting my prescription from my businessman i lazily walk through the grand doors of a seemingly perfect learning facility.

First Period. Study Hall.

There she is, my only friend and the only person that matters: Sango. We sit at the table in the back corner, females are dressed in their pleated short skirts with blouses and blazers while the guys in khakis and dress shirts with ties. Atrocious. I've some how managed to get the dean to let me wear khakis and a dress shirt, which were loose, then accompanied by my roches. I know Sango hates the dark blue skirts and the white shirts with the tacky blue and red trimmed blazer but if found her "cross dressing" she'd shit herself although i'm sure her father would be fine with a little more coverage that the khakis had to offer.

My thought was interrupted with a scream, a full blown bloody mary. We turn our heads to find a spider on a rather popular girls table, Talk about overkill. We laugh at her as she latches onto a way to familiar boy, then i stop, it was Inuyasha Takahashi: The boy that use to make me feel higher than any drug and made me laugh with his mad jokes. He was my best friend until Kikyo, the girl who was just throwing a fit about an Arachnid, It was quick and uncharacteristic. Maybe, that's why i'm so caught up with the intellect of others. what a shity way to kill a high.

Sango noticed my lack of heart and quickly caught on, she shook her head and sat back in the uncomfortable seat, while, i waited for her to tell me that it was pointless to hold onto the memories. It never came she just sighed and crossed her arms but that was her equivalent to my previous thought. I put in my headphones and continued to watch the display of the lovers, i wonder what Sesshomaru thought of her. He was Inuyasha's older brother and the most straightforward and cold hearted person she knew, but was still one of the people she cherished.

Second Period. Pre-calculus

Quick to the possibly the hardest class in the whole world, seriously this made no sense. Imaginary numbers were pointless and will never be necessary because they don't exist. I walked by the doorway and decided that a little skipping never hurt anyone. My books in hand i went to the AUX gym, it wasn't really used except for important tests, then behind the bleachers. I use to come here with him. Inuyasha. This was not going to work, this happens everyday and everyday i feel like i never meant what i had thought i did, I took out the dubes i got from my businessman, Miroku, and i light it up.

I'm on my second one, Halfway through, just a little bit more and i will be feeling this for most of the day. I can hear steps, for fucks sake i can't have any alone time, they're approaching fast and i'm debating putting it out and pretending i got lost or getting caught. I don't care anymore i stay there inhaling the THC. The person who was coming in hot slowed and came into view, of course.