one summer night it was christmas and there was a single package on the floor. on it was my name and it was written by my mother. there was another package next to it and it was for my sister. she opened hers first. there was a sheet of stickers. i opened mine, and there was nothing, it was just a plain box. i was disappointed i guess. everyone looks forward to christmas. except for people who don't believe in it.

there was a bike outside so i rode up and down the sidewalks until it was dark out, i didn't come home for hours. i felt free.


and then my dream ended and i woke up to another shitty day of sitting around and wishing i had a car. man this day sucked. and what do i have to look forward to? waking up at the asscrack of day, dragging myself out of bed, taking a shower, and then coming to school and doing my god damn math homework in study hall while selling bagels and hearing people complain that these bagels suck, there isn't enough butter, and don't i have any garlic bagels? no, i don't have any garlic bagles because I DON'T HAVE A BAKERY UP MY ASS. jesus christ. every god damn day people feel the need to bitch at me as if i actually went down to bagel stop myself and picked them all out and dragged them back to this hellhole of a school. i don;t know why this bothers me so much, maybe it;s because everyone is a stupid asshole! hahaha!