(A/N:the above picture is of Josh StarDust)
Dear Journal,
Who ever invented school should be drug out into the street, ran over by a semi truck, and shot in the head. Just saying. The kids at school, aren't all bad. I'm sorry I lied, they are soooo bad. Half of them have never even heard of a "book."
The teachers are just as bad. Like today, my Social Ties and Relations teacher Mr.Orion, asked us what our definition of love is. Josh hand shot right up in the air.
"It's when you're willing to do it without protection and accept those consequences." He answered, smirking. Josh got sent outside.
Mr.Orion asked a lot of kids before asking me. "Tyler, whats your definition of love?" I hate questions like these.
"With all do respect sir, You don't wanna know." I said, turning back to the lyrics in my notebook. I (try) to write songs by the way.
But, of course Mr.Orion wouldn't fucking drop it. "If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked Tyler."
I glared at him. "Love is a chemical reaction in the brain that lasts two years, tops, created to trick us into mating. Because it is nothing more then a chemical reaction, the feeling can be simulated with drugs and other materials, and is a main component of an addiction. And people who look for it, are desperate morons."
I have no idea why he sent me to the principals office.
Yours,
Tyler Asteroid
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