when i wake up, i imagine myself in a dream, walking through life easily. i have long hair and i can talk to anyone i please. today i took an hour to walk to my school and i stared at the floor
i have bad posture and people are tall to me. the library at my school reminds me of my bedroom i once had when i was nine, it was dusty and cramped. young pubescent girls look at me as i am a bum because that is nearly what i tell them. i try to make them feel four years old, because that is what they deserve, they will never meet a person like me, and that makes me feel giddy and rude.
teachers ask me about the future, i tell them my future and the actual future, you know of the society. one is nice the latter is uneventful and lacks of passion, lust and also the feeling that is left in the bottom of my thighs.
i walk home all sixty minutes of it and i feel like waking up and imagining myself.
