aching hearts and flower laced shoulders [COMPLETED, UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]

16

a/n:
In honor of school finally being over.

I'm so very tired of being a tired student. With my grades measuring my importance and my GPA seeming to mean more to the world than I do, I think I'm under a little bit of stress. I can't sleep, and everyone else seems to be doing fine. Something is working out for everyone. Everyone but me. The fear of death is nothing compared to the oblivion of failing an AP class. Well, we all know that unless you have a degree and ten years of prior experience, despite not even reaching 20 years old, you don't get to contribute or even participate. They tell our friend, an artist, that her job isn't real, and she isn't a professional. They don't see how she can create the outline of an entire universe with nothing but an old ballpoint pen and a crumpled diner napkin. But again, because of her C minus, she's somehow less of a person than the business man who parks everyday in front of the book store where she works.. She's just trying to come up with enough money to push her way through college. I'm tired of being a tired student.