Keep Me Close (SPAM)

F*ck My Life...

Examiner:

"You have two hours before your exam.I suggest you use them wisely,girls.No doodling on your notes or playing peekaboo."

Me:

I rolled my eyes, and doodle on the back of my notes.Like she can tell me what to do.The shapes start to merge on the page, showing a dead person and one gruesomely disfigured. Yay. I have such an interesting mind.(Does anyone know a good psychiatrist?A free one preferably- I'm broke).I worked on my physics revision for a while before I got bored and started day dreaming.I don't even know why people get so stressed over exams- it's not like they're real.

Break came and we had to do our bio metric thumb print thing.I swear, did our head teacher come from Brook-field?She's copying everything from there.I shake my head and take the card being proffered to me before going to one of the three men stationed at different tables and hand it in and got my thumb scanned. I waited for U before heading back up to the exam hall.

You know what.I'm not going to narrate this today. I've got a plan - this one better work. The last two didn't and those weren't fun anyways.This time,I am not going to cry or hide.I'm going to keep my head up high and leave the worries behind, in that part of my mind that is hidden from the world by assassins and walls as well as boulders.I refuse to be a weak person.No, not anymore.I am going to be strong,no matter what it takes.Step 1 is going to be the hardest but I can't let them see it.They HAVE to go...They make me weak...Friends only hold you back...

They keep you in the most unhealthy positions and are there when it suits them but never when it suits you.They're all fakes.They pretend they care and then they gossip behind your back.They expose all your secrets - give them to everyone to share.Like your life is some TV soap opera, full of drama.You'll curse the day they were even born.