I wish I had more time
I wish I had more abilities
I wish we had a connection
I wish I could leave.
We’re all so opinionated.
90% of the kids at this school. I hate this place.
Evan and Noal, respectively.
You know how animals that are trapped in a corner get that look in their eyes? Like they assess the situation- see no clear escape and then their eyes roll back in their head and they try whatever they might physically to extricate themselves? Well, that’s me at school… Only I don’t move past the eye-rolling part. I just get right there and freeze. Stuck in an instant… An infinitely frustrating existence captured in that one second- drawn out for me in the late hours of my nights at academia.