It's hit.
I've reached the point in the year when I develop a deep itch way inside of me that just irriates and irritates me, but I can't get to it to scratch it.
That point when it's so hard to make school matter to you. Apathy becomes second-nature, and happiness is long gone. I crave sunlight on my skin without feeling cold. I'm so ******** tired of school, and grades, and parents, and routines.
And it won't get better any time soon. I've been here before. Before long, the itch turns to a burn, and a burn to an ache, until it's all you can to to keep from screaming until your lungs give out and your throat is a river of blood.
 sailor Z · Wed Apr 11, 2007 @ 11:52pm · 2 Comments |
