**END**


I am at school. My body's aching, my mind's struggling itself back into the sane interzone. Today's module made 'school' at the top of my cons-of-life list. The letters get even bolder with time. Like a fungus growing around it, like a parasite entwined around and around. So there's this friend of mine. She revisits me almost anytime. And old friend of mine, Miss Swing. Miss Mood Swing.
With her here, I seem to bite on the cookie faster than how Valentino Rossi rides his ride. Miss Moody and I calls this cookie Mr. Tolerance. Oh there's so much that you need to know about him.

Times like these they make me itch to turn back time.
I miss my life back then, so much.
I miss Ash and Hadi. I miss singing while they strum the guitar.


Ok wait Amni's here. Off!