Fuck you and your high expectations, because let's face it , I am never going to be what you want me to be. You need to stop pressuring me to the point where I have a mental break down every night.
Fuck you and your lies. You lie to the inspectors who come to observe our school, you never act that way normally. Straight ties, tucked in shirts, sitting up straight in lesson. If only they could see what it is really like. Students running out of lessons due to panic disorders. Or pupils crying in toilets because of bully's. Fights in the corridors, or children kicking off at teachers.
One thing that pisses me of the most about you school is bullying. You say you are always there, you tell us we will always have someone to talk to. Yet 3 years ago, when I came crying to you about getting bullied by someone who was 5 years older than me, you did nothing. You told me to sort it out my self. You are too busy making sure the "naughty" children are not setting fir to pupils hair.
Unless you are naughty, loud or clever, your name will forever be unknown and forgotten, by every teach you will ever meet.
I hate you school. Go die.
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MY MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS
SaggisticaWhilst the rest of the world is asleep, I am wide awake, all alone, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. So welcome to my unpredictable, weird, and sometimes traumatising, midnight thoughts.
