the girl in the back of the class is wondering where she'll get high next, and the boy in the front is wondering how he'll get condoms without his mother finding out.
But me, oh, I am a different story.
I am in the corner, thinking about space and guitar chords. I'm humming to Journey and Pearl Jam and Oasis and everything that describes how I am feeling.
I am writing in my notebook, song lyrics and drawings of nude women, because those are the only natural things in my life at the moment.
The teacher rambles on about rocks and crystals while I am deciding if my heart will still beat in the morning.
they say that being different is good, that being unique and standing out is better than being the cookie cutter basic.
but sometimes, when I can't sleep at night, I wish that I was basic. I wish that I could party and get high and have sex with complete strangers and be like everyone else.
stupid.
I wish I could wear expensive clothes instead of my ripped jeans and band shirts, but that isn't me.
that isn't me, and I'm still trying to accept that.
I will never be the cookie cutter basic.
