I sat there staring at the sun
Staring at me, burning holes in my vision.
Holes with red and green
That jittered.
*
it's summer, but it doesn't feel like summer - I haven't done the summer clothes shop and I'm sat in dimly lit classrooms catching drones about meiosis and hermaphroditism. but at the same time, it's sort of not really 'school', having finished all my exams and wondering why the fuck they don't just let us go already.
the more I'm talked to about my future - the further I feel I'm taken from where I feel I should be. ultimately
