I came across this text today when I was trawling the web.
I can't remember what's it like anymore. An endless string of waves, each rippling its own motion. It's like I wait for another morning, another tempo; but the story sounds the same, the rhythm is the same. The same routine over and over again. I'm literally counting down the days to the end of school it's not even funny anymore. Everyday I read tweets of people raving ranting yapping about school, it's as though I'm standing amongst men who've lost their will to fight haha. Am I making sense? No. Am I fretting over school like the others? Yes.

I'm really worried for my future; I hope everything goes as planned. But the plan does not exist.