The Dreaded.

It's back to school for the kids of Hazelwood.
I think I'm the only person who isn't complaining.
Which is funny because I'm always talking about how high school is a waste.

I'd rather be in college,
I'd rather be a year closer to getting to know the world.
I'd rather be anywhere then where I am.

I really love my classes this year, though.
I have a feeling my AP class is going to be challenging.
But, writing is a gift of mine.
It's the "focus" thing that's going to mess me up.

I can create a whole new world in my mind,
in a single class period.

Zoning out, isn't really an option.

If I want to change the world, I'll have to wait.

I think I'm ready to face that now.

Relationships.

Suck.

I don't know what I'm getting myself into.

Never Enough.

I gave and gave. And for what? Nothing. You've never given me anything in return. All you do is take. Take and take, until I have nothing left to give. Nobody left. You are the most selfish being I have ever experienced. I'm done giving. You've had your last chance and I'm done trying to fix your mistakes.

Fuck forgiveness, hold a grudge.

Warped Tour.

Was amazing and disappointing at the same time,
long story.

High School.

Is such a waste of time.
It's insulting, too.

The only thing you should need to learn is how to think for yourself.

Girls.

Have you heard of class?
Honestly, you disgust me.

They talk about how much they hurt,
and never do anything to change it.

I'm glad I don't believe in love,
rather I don't think it's a state of being.

No tenses, no excuses.

I want the real things, the beautiful things.

The things that I can touch, and see, and feel.

Maybe, I'm asking too much?

But, I'm just a girl. Unlike any other, but still prone to feminine ways. Sue me.

Obvious.

I don't miss you.
I miss the idea of you.
Everything you could have been,
but never will be.

I'm as open as the ocean, sometimes just as deep.