Fuck forced education!

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The thought of the summer ending terrifies me

It’s not that I love the season, though apart from the bugs it’s pretty nice I suppose. I still prefer Autumn…

It’s that I know how much more I’ll fall apart with having to wake up and go to school every morning. Having to see the perverted asshole faggots coming to their first year of high school, and the girls who think they’ll own it. My old bitch friends. Asshole ex’s. Asshole teachers. Authority altogether pisses me off, so I piss them off, which makes them piss me off more. The horrible music in the halls. The loud obnoxious dumb bitches everywhere. Schedules. Homework. Projects. Classmates. Rules. FUCK, I just can’t do it. And the days when my best friend will evidently miss due to sickness and whatnot will kill me inside. The ones I know I’ll skip…

Last year I skipped about half my classes in the second semester, and the ones I went to I was high as a kite or asleep. Didn’t meet my guidance counselor till she tracked me down for missing classes and my teachers had given her some of my, I guess morbid, projects or work which was apparently inappropriate… Fuckin bull. She’d call me to her office everyday to ‘check-in’ and force me to tell her how unhappy I was and ask me shit I hadn’t told anyone. Claimed she’d keep it to herself, I never trusted anyone but I figured, what the hell I don’t give a fuck anyways and hoped she’d leave me alone. But naahh, she decided to tell my whole family shit. Told me to see a psychotherapist, so I dealt with her, my doctor, my family, and of course the retro dumbshit therapist. That was brutal. This year is bound to be worse, considering I’m starting off on an even worse note than last year. Dreading it instead of looking forward to it. I’ll be done as soon as I step into my first class. I guarantee I will not be able to get through it.

Although my guidance counselor attempted to make me some kind of project of hers, tried to make me better but no one can. She either has sympathy or intrigue, either way I’m sure I guilt trip her into helping me get out of classes and change most of them as well. That’s about the only positive thing I can think of; that I can manipulate my guidance counselor. Wow.

I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies – Marilyn Manson