Captive Willy

My motivation is just gone.

I hate school. My classes are too stupid.  Not challenging enough at all.  I hate the entire population of E. A. Laney High School.  With their disgusting drama, and judgement.  I hate them all.

I hate the hallways and how slowly all the dumbfucks move.  I hate the teachers with their biased opinions and stupidity.  I hate the drink machines that no longer have any drinks in them because Laney is a cheap piece of shit.  I hate the office and everyone in it because they have no fucking idea how to run a school.  I hate the school board with their dumbfuck rules and their dumbfuck schedules.  I hate the traditional school system with its lack of breathing space and its long, tease of a summer.  I hate the earliness of school, and how long and grueling the day is.  I hate the tiny shitpiece of a lunch we have.  I hate the cafeteria with its food that I never have any money for.  I hate my friends with their selfishness and same, old faces.

The ones I’ve had to look at for like 6 years now.

I need something new.  I need a break.  I need something before I just crack.

I need Christopher.  And summer. And incense. And art. And downtown. And Laura. And music.  I need John, and Paul, and George, and Ringo.  I need donovan, and robert plant, and jefferson airplane and the doors.  I need freedom, and a driver’s license.  I need a tremendous feild, with just me and Christopher.

I need to get out.

I need help!

HELP.

 I’m a fish in green jello.