a day in the life

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A day … in the life

I wake with a constant mix of white noise acoustic guitar and the tortured lyrics of two broken men. This noise bleeds in through my ears. Why? Without it would I even know if I was awake? After the humdrum morning routine, philosophical conversation with Clo on the way to the bus stop and the inevitable journey on wonderful public transport I arrive at school. School this eternal lapse between comfort zones and paranoia.

Comfort zones the lessons and places I’m comfortable in where I can really be me. Like drama selling line after line. I stretch the truth like a crooked sales man lie like a cheap Italian watch, showing all my emotions by portraying others. Some thing that is now so natural like I was born with it like the ability to breath.

Paranoia, looking over my back makes me feel weak like a one armed boxer throwing punch after punch, after punch I’m so tired I give in I’ m surprised when they duck. Sometimes I get so tired of getting out of bed but who would want to die like a cowardly little child? The doctors tell me there is nothing wrong with me so why do I get so full of anger, regret, and hatred? I got a trigger inside! Who doesn’t know how to pull it?

In the last year school has become easier but only slightly. The new found ease is all down the beautiful and profound idea of “options” being able to leave dull subjects behind in search of ones more to your interests making my life easier and the whole year generally happier. I’m not saying after options it all becomes perfect over night because schools still have the same problems as before the ones that schools pretend aren’t there. But as we all know the future is more important than the present and my future will be a very bright and shinny one in fact my future will be orange.

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I see one supposed upside to school seeing my friends and my actual friends. There are some people who I really like and others I have nil time or respect for but I play politics. Who needs enemies? My real friends are the ones I know I can trust, the ones that I conclude to make school worth attending. The rest of the people I am seen with at school are all sort of bellow my level sort of unaware of the wonderful world we live in and all its great events that are there to bring peace love and ...

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