Of course I’m bitter. Why do you ask? Perhaps it’s because vacation is over and I’m forced back into this madhouse they call high school to contend with the imbeciles they call my classmates. The simian boys, the girls I don’t know what to think about, and my friends, who I love normally, but don’t feel like talking to, not that I have a choice or anything. I mean, sure, they’re my FRIENDS and everything, but I just need to be alone…well…as alone as you can be jammed in a prison-like building with several hundred other people.
It’s much easier to be cynical and condescending when no one is talking optimistically in your ear.
Optimism can get really annoying when you’re in a bad mood, have you noticed?
It’s a small relief to be home, but, oh, how hard it is not to despair. I must go back to the asylum tomorrow.
And I didn’t even mention the teachers.