OVERWHELMED.

So much to do and there is so little time.

First off I'd like to tell math and all it's complicated creul digits and graphs to go fuck it's self.
I TRY. I give you my soul and then some. and what do you do? You spit it back at me like acid. you DISGUST ME. I don't want theese fiftys and thirty two god damn percents. i hate you.
Second, screw history. just no. Do you want to write another essay in french ? For two days from now? On a little bit of Natives and there beaver pelts? And there meti friends who sleep with english folk? hein?
NO. , I don't actually.
Then, thirdly. Im tired of theese kids with no personalities filling my day. Thank god for the friends I;ve got. If it wernt for them I would be stuck in a stuffy room listening to heart beats. No one would Talk except for Mr. Macwilliam.
And he will talk and talk until your dead. And even at that, he probally won't even notice. He just wants to hear himself talk, drone more or less. No, not drone. yell. ya, yelling is the better adjective here.
French?
STOPIT. no more dissertations. no more dissertations. no more dissertaions. I emplore of you all. alerutoaiebtLKHBJHBFDSFLjgahkah :( no no no.

All of my format went out the windo just then. Bare with me and my not so creative thinking and or typing at the moment. I'm pretty sure the goal of school nowadays is to suck every bit of happiness of your body so that you experience an constant all time low. I belive that it's a sick sick trick, a game that's played with kids like me. Telling them they can do it, telling them they just have to do thier best in school. But is it ever enough?