Sweet dreams and broken minds.

And so the alluring fantasy of a week without school once more surfaces in my partially broken mind.

I can't very well go and do that, so I think I'll bring my iPod and a book tomorrow, and perhaps take a walk instead of staying inside and participating in pointless chatter that is about to reach the furthest shore and retrace it's steps back home. Please, friends and non-friends, let me have tomorrow alone. My weekends are increasingly filling up with schoolwork, and as I get home at half past 3 or 4, there's barely time to do like I used to, just be alone in my room with the window open and wind lusting for the curtains.
At school there's absolutely no room for creativity, and where there could be some, my teachers loath my for the act of trying. Am I so completely on the wrong track? Is that how wrong my decision turned out to be?

I could spit venom, and kill with looks, but I'm not given the space to release it!

Sweet dreams and broken minds.

And so the alluring fantasy of a week without school once more surfaces in my partially broken mind.

I can't very well go and do that, so I think I'll bring my iPod and a book tomorrow, and perhaps take a walk instead of staying inside and participating in pointless chatter that is about to reach the furthest shore and retrace it's steps back home. Please, friends and non-friends, let me have tomorrow alone. My weekends are increasingly filling up with schoolwork, and as I get home at half past 3 or 4, there's barely time to do like I used to, just be alone in my room with the window open and wind lusting for the curtains.
At school there's absolutely no room for creativity, and where there could be some, my teachers loath my for the act of trying. Am I so completely on the wrong track? Is that how wrong my decision turned out to be?

I could spit venom, and kill with looks, but I'm not given the space to release it!