I feel so out of place at school.
Here we have crayons resting on a shelf, and there is a piece of celery.
Here we have a can of beans but we're not sure why a pest ended up on this can. Lets isolate this bug and kill every living being in it. Thats how I feel.
I'm dragging myself to school each morning looking for a sense of motivation. I cant seem to find anything to talk about so I nod or I dont say anything at all. It may seem I look satisfied but I'm just feeling a little blue.
boo me.
sits on a broom and flies away to district 12. whee.
