School is not fun.

I hate waking up for school.
I wish I could take a break from it.
Just because I have to drag myself out of bed telling myself to suck it up.
That it won't matter if something goes wrong because it's not like anything can be done.
Cause that's what everybody says.
But you can't possibly let a poor kid miserable for 13 years.
That's not right.
That's not right at all.

I'm mad at myself for not talking to people who wonder why 'I can't talk'.

It's not fair.

It's not like I can help it.

And I'll never be able to talk to those people ever again.

Which makes me sad and angry at the same time.