I yawn as I open up another book.
Receiving a message asking about my grades.
They're not anywhere close to bad,
just two stupid B's.
They don't really matter.
None of it really matters.
I want out.
Out of school,
out of the house.
Out of family,
out of myself.
Out of this state of feeling absolutely nothing,
yet not really caring.
I guess I don't even want it.
I don't care.
A nap sounds good right now.
It's a way out.
