so many times, that i'm not sure if it matters

i can listen to them constantly. the way they talk about me and they think i can't hear.
only four more years. i'll make my mark...as just another rut. why? because that's how things work for me. i'm not a mockery, i'm so alone.
Sooner Or Later.
i need to get a grip on this...high school thing. i thought popularity came from just being yourself, not being fake. guess not. i'm a geek, because you have to be half naked to be popular, or a musclehead to get anyone's attention.
i can hide behind my books, but they won't make me any more special than the next nerd. even the nerds talk trash about me.


i'm a nothing...a black hole, sucking everything into my part of the woods.