lately in my life, i have begun to notice certain patterns,
reoccuring acts in which i take part of daily. it is this
daily routine that depresses and bothers me. i wish not to
wake up every morning and dread going to school. yawning 
profously as i rub my weary eyes of the sleep that 
protrudes them. and i recieve the same lectures from the 
same teachers. although there are some people that i would
like to see on a regular basis there are those who i'd 
wish to see on a much lessened basis, for example, rarely.


another reocurring pattern in my life is sitting on my ass.
i spend my days on my ass. i wake up, i sit up, i get 
dressed, get into the car and sit till i get to my 
destination: school. at school i sit on my ass during class,
class ends i get up move onto the next one, or to break. at
break i continue this ritual of sitting on my ass. i have
contemplated just leaving, not just school, for i do that
all the time, it's called ditching. no what i contemplate to
leave is my home, to move on, out into the world, to 
discover. the only problem with this is i would be considered
a runaway, for i am but sixteen years of age. this world 
would not be acceptant of such a thing, as law does not 
permit what i would like to do. free country, i question 
thee.