My life isn't a depressing ball of despair, it's just kinda slow. Back to the high school cliches, I laugh at the individuals who think they're outsiders, the ones that think they don't fit in a group. Don't they get it? The loners, the outsiders; they're so concentrated on being individual they don't realize they made a cliche. People who value they're individuality have formed a group of loners. The irony in that. A group of loners. I stroll down the white-light hallway, and head to my first period class. Civics and law isn't the worst class, at least it's relevant. Most of my classes aren't gonna be any help in the "real world". Civics and law teaches about America's government so at least it's valuable information. I finish my work, hand it in and finish the day out. Just a normal day.
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RomanceI'd be lying if I said it was the sun that woke me up, the birds chirping and my sparky little dog licking my hand. That's just not how life is.
