I wont choose again.
everything I pick.
I lose something else.
I cant go to this school.
I cant even be here for two weeks.
its been two years.
I wish some sort of tragedy would happen...
so that it always wasnt my fault.
"she just came out of nowhere"
says the deranged bus driver, who collided with the unfortunate 16 year old female in downtown Boston.
but I cant plot my death so easily.
I cant hope for some tragedy
is it still tragedy if you do it to yourself?
I think not.
"people are like socks, they should never be the same."