4:
i am fed with alphabet soup,
and i am made to sing this song that sounds catchy.
this seems rather fun.

9:
3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24
my teacher says that we have to recite our timetables whenever we come into class.
i like seeing my brain grow from day to day.

16:
floating from room to room,
just to have my mind rearranged,
and "YOU HAVE EXAMS. GET YOUR **** TOGETHER" being shoved down your throat.

learning is no longer useful,
for all that matter is that grade in red.

A, B, C, D or E? it defines your life.

all that i feel like doing is burning my textbooks, notes and my school.

i am only 16, but i am so worn out.