Thursday, April 14, 2011

Ink & Genocide

Right now, at this very fucking moment I want to throw this ugly pea colored textbook across the room and just jam out to this song, on top of these old broken desks. To let my heart and soul finally bursts from the seams of my being. The inner me is going completely mad.

This place is a prison, it's sad how a lot of what I write involves school and the education system but everything I say is true. The school system is corrupt, education is nothing but crap and the teachers are oblivious to it all. In a way that I can see it, is we the students are only being prepared for large genocide while they sit and laugh, enjoying such torment. I mean, I can't be the only to see it.

Not to mention, not everyone can live their dreams through the contents of a century old textbook. I mean, my english teacher even said not to long ago that some of her favorite writers dropped out of school and still made something of themselves. Not that I am saying dropping out is the way to go it just means that this education establishment isn't meeting it's own standards. How pathetic can that be?

I mean, I will be studying Nursing when I'm out of High School but that is my plan B! My dream is the arts. To sing, to act, to model. Whatever else you wanna call it, that is what I want to do. I want my voice to be heard by millions all over the world while I spread inspiration through television screens. I want to do the impossible, following the footsteps of the greatest but on my own path as well. I tell my mom all the time that I will be famous one day, and I will. I'm determined.

I'm following my heart.

Till then, I'm locked away in this god forsaken place till 2:20 then I go to live the life I have left for this day. Sometimes I feel like a fish in a small glass bowl, waiting for that annoying child to come bang away on the bowl. A pain in the ass!

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