I will haunt you like a ghost.

i should be doing an essay right now. one i actually should have written weeks before now. oh well, i'll probably just do it during study tomorrow.
and i can't express how much i despise school.
i can't express how much i despise the people there.
just so many of them are so fake and try to be something they're not and it is pathetic. i don't fucking get it. i'm glad i don't. i would hate to be some phony person worrying about what everyone thought about me. what a miserable, sad life that would be. what a pathetic person that would be.
who gives a damn. i'm so sick of this. i can't walk 10 feet without seeing someone give me a judgemental look. and i can't go 1 foot without seeing someone giving someone else a judgmental look. i can't stand it.
i hate how advanced our school is or whatever. these classes are killing me. frankly, i don't care at all really. but my parents do. and i just hate hearing the same lectures and getting in the same arguments. and tonight i told my mom i was not my sister nor my brother and she actually said, "yes, you are."

i wish i wasn't the last child and didn't have to live up to their standards and expectations.


it's all just too overwhelming. every. thing.
and i can feel myself withdrawing, and forgetting how to handle social situations, and forgetting what freedom feels like.
the freest i've felt this week was walking around the school barefoot. still in shackles and chains.
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physical, emotional, spiritual, pshycological.
can i break them?