I hate this.
I hate this.
I hate this.
These three words played through my head all day. The hallways are a pretty color, but there to pretty. The kids here don't throw each other against the walls, the foods actually real food, and everyone's actually nice. I'm not used to seeing the people here. Walking in and out of classes as the days past, I don't feel the same, I feel safer but it's more of a feeling I can't describe, when you can leave anything somewhere and not look at it every second to see if it's gone.
