“when i leave… either for the day or forever… it is always strange seeing them They look and I look away, how dare they ask for eye contact when they wouldnt show me common decency when we were forced in a room together i go back in the car when i see someone from there, and i think about killing them :::: I think about killing a lot of people, i think about strapping them to a chair and beating their face into a pulp with an aluminum bat. ive decided she doesnt deserve beauty interesting when they fall from grace - maybe this is my chance with her I hope no one else has that plan… who am i kidding? they all run off after getting their diplomas as the months go by I slowly start to realize they didnt talk to me and laugh at everything I said because they liked me, they did it to pass the time while they felt trapped in walls of boredom this was the real world as I now knew it, not even admissions offices humored me without any extra curriculor clubs on my transcript… no one would ever let me in one. I have been working at a gas station to pass the time. Someone who laughed at me in school pulled up with a fancy car, trying to avoid eye contact as much as they could. do they feel guilty? or maybe just past the point of looking for comic relief I guess 45 seconds at the pump isn’t enough time for novelties like me i have to hear about her and she isnt even dead” this is all 4 files