"So.."
"What?"
"You excited to... Uh... See me?"
"I could actually care less."
"Well, good to know. Hey!"
"What."
"You play that one in--"
"We all play instruments, you dip, this is a music school."
"Yes. I know, but."
"Your absence is hugely requested."
"Ny--"
"Alas! You want to talk and mess with me! But, you cannot! For this year, I turn a new, great leaf!!"
"Uhm..."
"You'll sit in the shadows, as I walk the premises, parading in laughter at your struggle."
"you're mean to me."
"Tis the point. The point of no reference, nor return."
"Why are talking like that?"
"b e c a u s e
i
c a n ."
"*sigh*
So you're not excited or anything?"
"I believe there is not a point for it. Why be excited for a year that would ruin your life entirely?"
"I.. Uh."
"Au revoir, mon ami. To old ends and new beginnings."
*
Yes. It is that time of the year again. Goin' back to school. Seeing your friends. Hablahblah.
For the past 8 years, on the last day of summer, I'd usually be excited and wait for the day to go by, and now, I could care a lot less if school came or went.
Everyone has asked me a lonesome of times If I was excited and ready to go back to school.
i am not.
It's not that I'm not ready to go back, I truly am. I just don't care about going back. Everything said in the previous whatever that was, was true.
I don't care about going back to school.
I'm not going to satisfy other people if that brings me sadness.
that's why I'm the way I am.
A sad angst teen.
and i dont wike it.
This is my last year in middle, in this shit school ive been in, for the longest time, and this time I shall not fib my emotions, I'm prepared to take the action if I get in trouble, my repercussions and consequences are in hand.
I'm unfazed and ready, and independent.
I'm a smart black independent woman who don't need no man.
Remember that.
this is random, but bottom line, it's all come to this.
I'll see, if I have class with you, you soon.
Tomorrow, if im not dying on my bed.
dont ask.
