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Once Again, My Mindful Prattle. |
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Oh good, I'm in another one of those suicidal moods again. How I love that feeling.
Ok, first thing; my parents told me that if I miss and/or fail any assignments, I will have all my priveledges taken away. So, it seems there is absolutely no room for human error, considering I find no point in school anymore anyway. A few minutes ago I was lying on my bed, actually pondering what I could do with a razor, where to get one, how to properly apply it to my flesh so there would be a beautiful scar once I finished.
I've been loathing something for the past month; I found it in a book, and it's bothered me since I read it. Occasionally, when I'm alone with my brain, the sentence will appear in my mind uninvited. Rather like an ugly relative that nobody in your family likes, but forgets not to send an invite to a party.
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood...
Quite. It bothers you if it's repeated over and over in your head for little more than a few seconds. For those of you who repeat this to yourself and think, "Hah, I am not affected, look at how superior I am to you all!", let me say this; it's great that you think you're different, but it affects any human that hears it. Deep down, you are affected, no matter how many outward signs you show that you aren't.
Yes, that means you.
I can't see my future going anywhere. Sure, I like to write, and I somewhat enjoy drawing. So, if I already have the skills I need to do what I want, why am I in school? Where are the practical uses of knowing the value of 'x' when faced with a problem such as '2x^2 * 74b(5y^3) + 29'....
Because, when I'm writing my first book, a problem of that origin will suddenly present itself in a matter of life and death.
Right.
 Fushinkosha · Mon Nov 15, 2004 @ 01:09am · 0 Comments |
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