Appealing Nature or Not

I had to compose a poem for English and frankly I've never felt so horrible because it sucked and rhymed like an old Dr. Seuss book and I'm tired of writing like a douche. If that makes sense, congratulations, but there's nothing in my life I would even imagine explaining to the kids in my AP Literature class who don't know my name and certainly don't know me. honestly. I wrote a Current Event Article about Teachers in Texas carrying guns, but really I'm not surprised because it's about time. No more students blowing up the schools, now it's the teacher's turn. Power to 'em! Maybe we can start that here in Edgewater and if I'm lucky, Mr. Lingelbach will shoot me instead of force me through another goddamn lecture with the tension intense because Paul sits right near me and I'm recently single. Now that I can handle the work, either way, but it's Math and Useless and simply a GPA booster because I get a chord at graduation for being in Roe Kappa, though I know I just spelled it wrong, did I mention I'm an idiot too? And it appears that I take guard too seriously because I ask them not to just sit there and sweat in the sun, I want them to actually earn the burning sensation on your cheeks and the pounding in your heart as you work your ass off in the rays. So there was nine, but now it's four, and that's all fine, cause less is more. I really could not care any less. Nope. Really.

I text Anna and wish things I shouldn't wish and I won't say it here because for an objective outsider it might not yet be completely obvious what I feel, felt, did or didn't do with little Miss Anna the Devil. But she's 100% different from Belle, that I can tell with sureness and gladness that she actually liked me. She even taught me the beauty of run-on sentences in the best piece of poetry ever written that was true story, with a plot, and angry tone and just-so-Anna, i want to lock in my file and preserve it forever.

I apologize, but there's no picture today because no panoramic image could convey the way this day turned out. I'm Audi, but I'm pissed and if you're reading this, leave me alone tomorrow.