Count the days...watch them slip away from you.

In eight more days, I'll be going back to a school I've never liked. Worst of all, I'll be surrounded by beautiful people that that depress me with each passing moment, as well as the happy, suffocating ones that never cease to give me headaches.

If I'm lucky, I'll be in classes where I won't have to say anything.

I've always been that one student in class that had an answer to just about every question the teacher presented [Yeah, sorry to those of you who hate that type]. It got to the point where even the teachers would ignore me.

But now, I'm tired of answering as though I 'know everything.' It was all a vain attempt to prove to myself I wasn't completely and utterly useless.

So this year, no response. If you ask me, I don't know. If it's my opinion, just get back to me.

I'm tired of trying.