14 Nov 2014
Year 9 is hard but enjoyable. You hate being ripped away from your friends but yet the change is exciting and makes you eager to get trough school. I'm not sure how of even if our friendships are going to last but I hope to god they do. Our small group of weird, noisy band obsessed girls is sort of like a home at school. We can be ourself around eachother. If I can't have that at least for half an hour at school I will probably go mental in that hell hole. I'm just learning to deal with my problems as they come. I used to lay in bed at night thinking about all the things I've done wrong and all the things I could do wrong. Now I just do what I have to do, forget about the past and if anyone in the future wants to say something to you, that's what the middle finger is for. I'm sick if letting people run my life. Now I do what I want (within reason) and fuck anyone who tells you to do something different. Especially teachers. If they tell you that your not right, they are wrong. School only tests a certain type of intelligence so it's sort of irrelevant.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
