and i really should do homework, that would be wise, but recently i'm not in a wise mood. so dont expect anything spectacular out of me. i sat on the beach this morning, writing in my pathetic composition book. four boys to my right, surfed out, beautiful, tan, blonde, gross. me, glumpy, fully clothed:grassed stained jeans, socks and ripped up vans, and two jackets on with my hood up, wincing as i glance up at the ocean, i'm gross. what am i doing with myself? i'm down in the dumps and it's all because of people. why do i care for people? people...humans...why? dont answer that. i want to get out of the house. i would enjoy escaping for a bit, lets go to the park, you and me, what park? i dont care, any park. lets go. lets relax. lets smile and lay on the grass and look up at the sky. is it raining? i dont care. is it windy? i dont care. lets go. lets leave. lets dissapear. please.