WhispersAndVoices

They're so mean to each other!

People in my English class I mean.

Now I know why I was pré-universitaire my whole life!

I take the first pré-collégiale class of my life in twelfth grade and I'm ready to snap someone's neck already.

They're so immature.

Sometimes I wonder how I fit in so well with them.

It's sad to realize, but I know why I fit in.

Because deep down, I'm exactly like them.

I have the learning capacity to go further.

I don't have the drive or the ability to go further.

The only thing I'd be any good at would be planning things.

I'm a master at coming up with ingenious plans to hurt someone.

I'd never EVER go through with them.

I don't have the ability.

I care too much.

Maybe, if there was a way, I could detach myself.

Become hard on the inside.

Maybe I could be more like the people we see on TV.

The ones who have an outer shell to protect them from everything.

But I guess I do have that.

I put up walls so people can't get in.

And when I let them in, when I put the walls down...

I just end up getting hurt anyways.

So I'm gonna leave my walls up.

I don't want them in here anymore.

I don't want you in here anymore.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!

*breaks down*