Suffice to say, I do mix with the normals and the nerds. The people in the group called 'Normals' are living antonyms of that word. But they care more about their grades then boys.

..Boys.

Safe to say you do not want to get me started on the boys of our Jungle called school. Out of all the animals in the Jungle, they would be the chittering monkeys.
They like to eat girl's monkey's hairs and stare at their own bare butts. They make funny sounds and charm you with their smiles, but then cross your back and eat another girl's hairs. They lie, they pee on everything, except the toilet.



I know that's possibly the WEIRDEST analogy for boys out there.
But if you have any knowledge of monkeys (and boys), you would be able understand every word I just said.

I must admit, I once fell for their cute monkey charms. But I quickly realized the beasts they are, after getting my first kiss stolen by some moronic ape.

...You know,

It seems like everyday I walk into the school. the Fates are weaving my fabric, my life's fabric and chuckling at me.

Everyday, it's the same monotonous ritual, accompanied by my permanent rain cloud.
I just wish, that I could break the grindstone. Get out of this stupid rut that makes me want to bang my head against the walls.

I want to make a change. for the world. I want to make an impact. I KNOW I'm meant for something more than t h i s.

I know you're probably sitting here, with your eyes drooping as your picking your nose