I’m gonna be happy after school. Maybe not immediately but eventually.
It will finally be my life.
No one else’s.
I will do the things I want and I will have a job and do my best but leave the job at work. I will.
I will have friends and I will make memories and none of them will be tainted with guilt over not doing homework.
I will thrive. I will blossom. I’ll finally see the beauty in the world and in other people.
That’s what’s going to happen. Once I get myself out of this tangled web of scholastic horror. Enough is enough.
I’ve done my time.