Throughout school I had an incredible love of knowledge. Classmates asked me why I knew so much (I didn't know all that much, but the amount of knowledge the average elementary school kid has is pretty small, and I was learning about nuclear physics in this gifted program, Excel). I told them, "Because I want to." It was as simple as that. Even when I first started my trend of slacking off midway through sixth grade, I still loved to learn. And since school, with all its faults, is the best way to gain knowledge, I put up with it. But this year it's like somebody dropped a bomb in my brain. I can't stand school now. I don't care about learning, I don't care about my work, I don't really care about anything. And I don't know why. I don't know what the hell happened, and I don't know what I can do to change it. Maybe this is just getting older. If so, maybe death isn't such a bad thing after several decades of this progressively worsening crap. This blows.
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