wannabes and screwups

well, i'm back.
i'm back getting up at 5am every morning.
i'm back just fucking around and getting rushed at 7am to make it to the bus stop on time.
i'm walking through the same doors that are a bitch to open every weekday.
jamming in one elevator with students and chefs every morning.
i sit in the cafetaria with people that have way too much energy for the morning.
poeple that will step all over your feet in the morning and push to get into their locker.
i go to class and i just sit there and bitch and bitch and bitch but nothing is being done.
i do nothing all class. i read my book and i sleep.
they tell me i'm a "recipe for unsuccessfulness"
well, really now, i DO NOT, WILL NOT EVER CARE ABOUT MY "unsuccessfulness"
i'm like a dead in this school.
i'm unhappy in this school.
no one is the same as last trimester.'
did you guys decide 'HEY, NEW SCHOOL YEAR! I'M GOING TO TRY TO BE SUCCESSFUL?'
take this to heart, NO ONE WANTS SUCCESSFUL
we want unsuccessful
so everyone can tell you what youre doing wrong, how to fix it, how to do it like them.
we want goofs, screw ups and clowns.
like the fake blonde kid with his dark roots growing in and his glasses.
everyone should be like him
those people that piss you off.
he's the one with his eyelids taped and goes to the teacher 'HEY MS.BOSSERT, I CANT SEE!'
everyone needs to not care and have fun.
not try to be a morph of someone that is 'successful'
i live for the school day to end.
then i'm free from the successful wannabees.