Confined by the white walls and the strong smell of medicine, i concluded that some people live (and die for that matter) to be remembered. While others...just easily pass off as someone unimportant.

I'm in a f-up corrupted situation where no matter what i do, it is not enough. Its irritating and its unfair (but life itself, is unfair isnt it?) Just for the records, i'm genuinely tired from being a walking dictionary. And some of the sick morons think they're good at what they're so bad at and i have absolutely no freaking idea why they are where they are.

And i have no say to correct them.
Bummer.

So when these years at hospital-like structure i call school ends, i'm going to call it quits and make my own way. And i sure hope by then, life's pretty much more interesting than just being like episodes of those pathetic fillers Mis hates so much.

I feel miserable as sin and empty as hell.
But that doesn't allow you to take away what's mine, you hear me?