Farewell, High School, my own personal hell.
Tutoring lessons: $55
New kicks to impress your judgmental peers: $85
A motorcycle to look like a badass: $4,500
Self-defense classes to dominate your bullies: $30
Being done with all that shit: PRICELESS
So I drew some shitty sentient flowers I guess
I feel an inherent tiredness that cannot be simply cured by sleep.
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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Anatole France
