I hate kids. No seriously. I hate them.
Today school was boring, and I knew it was gonna be, like every other day, so I decided what the hell, I might as well be bored intentionally. So, aside from the fact that I talk to more people than I can keep track of in the course of the day , ones I know and don’t know, I packed in my Rubik’s cube and piano sheet I’m working on for those disappearing fits. I didn’t pack a book because I knew for sure that most of my school time is spent sleepless and caffeinated, so much that it would consume most of my calories just trying to keep the lines from jumbling up when I look at them. Not to mention the fact that most of the people there have never seen an extracurricular book in their entire life and would either call me snobby for it or they’d finger it beyond recognition, then call me snobby for it. Since I save my sarcastic bite-backs for special cases in which the person in front me ending up in tears doesn’t mean squat, I settled for spending the day without picking on anyone’s complexes. I spent most of Arabic and break-time working at the Rubik’s cube, autistically-complacent and just, well, walking around with a couple of people that I changed every once in a while. I checked on the piano room and found out that it will be free on Saturdays from now on, then I did my rounds. That’s when I talk to people out of the blue about random stuff but not stay long enough for any of the stuff to be serious. One of the groups I hung out with had a kid that had wandered off from nursery. She took my Rubik’s cube, which was in the process of being fingered by people who give up on it after an average of 3 minutes, denouncing it as either ‘too smart’ for them or ‘too stupid’ for them, according to their self-esteem prop. The kid played with it for 2 seconds, then she threw it with all her might, at which point everybody looked at me then at the Rubik’s cube, which was inevitably broken. And that’s why I hate kids. Why do people like kids? They’re stupid, clingy, icky, selfish and they touch a lot. They’re like puppies, except that puppies are cute. I so wished I could swap roles, so that the Rubik’s cube re-incarnates into its hulk and defends its microcosm by breaking the kid into tiny little pieces. Slowly.
Don’t worry people, I’ll fix the Rubik’s cube.
The Kid Should Die.
Anywho, I stopped dreaming, again. And eating. I forgot to eat yesterday and I’m not hungry today. My body doesn’t seem to mind though, so I’m cool. As long as my head doesn’t register anything as missing. Those three days I dreamt were nice. I should have known it’s bound to go away though, I actually wanted it to go on. Meh.
“Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper-thin, they could blow away with the wind. Marshall you’re never gonna make it, makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win..”
I could really use a wish right now. That blue turns to beige again.
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For my day of school, I got assigned two quizzes and two incredibly long homework assignments in addition to the ones I already have.
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