On the way back from lunch, the car exploded... Well not exploded, persay, but something happened. If it had honestly exploded though, it wouldn't have mattered, because the second half of school was more pointless than the first. The only thing I accomplished fifth hour was flushing an egg down a toilet. Sixth hour was just a tiny bit more eventful. And then I was excused from seventh hour to help shovel up ashes from last night's homecoming bonfire. It's odd that I would rather do physical labor, cleaning something I had nothing to do with, than sit for 50 minutes learning about theses... but that just shows how very much I hate school.
"I want so badly to believe, that there is truth, and love is real.
And I want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd.
I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear...
that your perfect verse is just a lie that you tell yourself to help you get by" -the Postal Service
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