Today in English class we had to describe an feeling. I found it extremely difficult because I don't have feelings anymore. The emotion I had to describe was anger so I spent the whole lesson reading about how it feels like and how you can describe it. Matthew who sits next to me had to describe feeling crazy and I could see that he had also found it difficult. I guess it's because Matthew is the least crazy person I've ever known.
In literature class someone mentioned something about Americans being heros and saving the world. I found it funny.
It was raining even though the sky was blue. Dasha was going on about how she wishes that we had our IGCSE exams now so that we could get them done with earlier. I replied, saying that I wish we didn't have to revise for exams and could just eat something to make us smarter.
I don't even know why I'm writing about all this...
Sometimes when I'm on the tram on my way home I think about the possible "climax" of my life. I mean every story has a climax. Or according to English teachers, at least. There has to be a reason for all that has happened to me before, has there? The rising action builds up to the climax, they say. There is some sort of problem the protagonists have to face and solve in order to reach a resolution, right? Sometimes I even wonder what would happen if I faced such a "problem" that can only be found in manga books. End of the world, perhaps? I then start day-dreaming about the possible "alliances" I would have with my friends and how we would defend ourselves against dark forces.
My mind is made up of pointless bullshit.
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