The late-bell rings, and I start my get-to-class routine. I make arm gestures like a flight attendant, and rhyme like Dr. Seuss. It doesn’t get them...to class any faster, but the dickhead who teaches in the classroom next door is a real asshole about it. I’ve seen him stand with a clipboard, filling out disciplinaries as the kids race down the hallway after the bell rings. I know. Rules are rules, but I pick my battles. This morning is completely typical. The only deviation from the script has. I suppose I also want to be cured from this depression I suppose I have. Ola is also soothing in that he hardly ever says anything unexpected. I guess I’m using him as some kind of father-figure, which that yellow smell of piss on a dead cat that donated my sperm and hung around for a while never was interested in being. Fuck him. Mum…did her best, I suppose. Running is my other therapy, and I think it is more effective against the depression, really. When I run I feel fine. If I wasn’t a. More

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