Well. Here I am again. Sitting alone at lunchtime. Glaring at all the happy kids around me, sitting their groups. Surrounded by their friends.
Heh. Screw that.
I like my privacy. And to be honest, people suck. Totally. Who really wants to be surrounded by those idiots? No way. Give me a good book any day. At least they don't talk back and annoy me. I mean, c'mon. If I wanted to talk to people, I would. Just because you happen to be near me, doesn't mean you have to open your trap and make friends.
I don't know why I even bother. It's not like you'll even take any notes from this. You'll ignore it like always. Everyone always does. But, whatever. It's not like I need your approval .
Really, I just can't wait to get away from this mob of brain-dead idiots. Back to my safe haven. Nestled among the musty pages of a good book. The Library: home of all the places in the world, and distant from the... well.. tools.
Seriously. The things you find in books.. Hell, they're better than this mundane, useless existence.
Which brings me to the meaning of life. I mean, who doesn't know the meaning of life? Who actually still wonders about it? It's simple, really. The meaning of life? Death. Without death, what would we do? We wouldn't live. We'd just exist. Which is pretty much all we do anyway. Well. Most of us. So, there. If you actually paid attention, you might have learned something.
Buuuuuut... I doubt it.