Oof time for some heavy opinions and cheesy lines.

Why do we spend our entire childhood in school? Why do we recieve homework, when we should be living our lives outside and not cooped up in our rooms stressing about assignments? We all want to grow up quickly and get it over with, but then, once we realise we're finally old enough to do whatever we wanted, we realise the idea has passed. We miss the best years of our lives.

That's how I feel. Why should we be in a classroom, forced to learn even if we don't want a future involving that material? What's the point of even being there if you're not actually learning anything? I want to drop out after year ten, since right now, nothing I'm learning is contributing to the future I want. My parents would never let me, though. They say school is important.

School is not important to me. I want to chase my dreams and find something that makes me happy, not sit in a classroom rotting away from stress. There's no point in me going to school if the only class I actually enjoy and actively take part in is English. The only reason I'm even sticking around this long is because next year, my art class won't have the same people in it, and it's not legal to drop out until I've finished year ten.

Why are there laws saying I have to attend school? I don't want to. I'm not learning anything useful. I don't want to be around the people who are slowly making me crumble. I don't want the teachers to call on me and make me uncomfortable with their disapproving stares when I can't answer a question correctly. I find it a bit difficult to believe that I'm sitting here, right now, and I used to be a kid who would pay attention in class and actually take pride in his achievements.

I was harrassed today because someone called me a girl and I tried to correct him. He laughed at me and said there were only two possible genders, and that if I had a vagina then I was a girl. Then he called over two of his friends and they started laughing at me, then the dude called me hot and tried to get my number. This was after a really shit day and me breaking down in math class to the point of tears, which thankfully nobody noticed. So I started crying again and they backed off, but then I had to explain why I was so upset to my little sister. It was her birthday today and I just felt really emotional that I've barely ever been there for her, so I started crying about that too. And then I started crying because I was crying.

Today has been a big oof and I honestly just want to stop time while I try to figure myself out. I'm sad, I'm broken, and I'm made of nothing.

It's too late to say sorry.