Alright.

It's been a few minutes,
and I've got to tell you,
the Monday after winter break:
it was like this slow pain.
There wasn't a single period in which I did not constantly look at the clock, and even on the walk to my ride I felt horrible.
Yes, I guess I could have rejoiced over no homework, but I complained over an inexplicable headache that I blamed on my depression.
Today I felt rather the same.
Lunch period has become a waste of time. Cliques have divided into smaller and smaller cliques, and sometimes I just feel like I myself have been divided.
It is the people who give me the unanticipated smiles that make my day.
...

I don't believe hope is exciting. These days it's just a dragg. You can't always wait for something, and there are times when you have to run to it. Run to your hope! Hah, how silly.
Wait, are you supposed to be doing that? If so, how? Doesn't hope involve luck? Karma? Destiny? I question that, many many times. How do I run to something that I don't see? To something that is supposed to surprise me?