i wonder. i've been watching dead poets society, again. and i wonder. how many weeks, or days. how many would it have taken, certainly not a month, i couldn't have. how many days would it have been until i put a bullet through myself. until i decided life just wasnt an option. i would have missed out on all these oportunities. everything i've done, everybody i've met, every choice i now have to make. i wouldn't have done. anything. victim of boarding school