jr.

people here are so abnormal.
i don't want to say weird.
because im weird.
and im nothing like them.
im beginning not to care anymore.
i feel big in this sweater that rajae said is sexy.
my hair's doing its own thing, as usual.
and im just letting it go free.

my eyes hurt.
and i woke up later than usual this morning.
6:39; when yesterday i woke up at 6:18.
both are still considered early to some people.

i wish i was a junior.
not a jr. but an 11th grader.
i really can't tell you why.
im just ready to be done.

i had a dream the other night that i was smoking.
marijuana, specifically.
i also dreamed that same night that we went completely broke.
mom said that won't happen.
the government couldn't let her go.
as much as she's devoted to working for them.
i also can't picture myself realistically smoking that.
can't stand the smell.
and i also don't need to be eating more than i already do.
"munchies."

i have to wear polos next year.
with or without the logo.
and have 4 classes a day with no homeroom.
and 7 minute class changing intervals.

the clock in here is ticking the wrong way.
too slowly.