" Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth. Midsweet talk newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you. You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit. "
I don't want to go back to school. Too much drama, too much hypocricy, too much everything.
And tomorrow, when I step foot into my first period class, I'll be glad to be back.