School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.
Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.
Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.
When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.
Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!
How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?