Oh My God

Just a little while ago, walking through the hall between homeroom and second period study hall, I felt the most incredible spirit-crush. It was horrible! I can't wait to get out of this fucking place. I don't know what it was. Oh, I do. I said Hi to one of my old teachers, he's now academic dean and suddenly I was just sad. This guy used to be cool, now he's stressed-the-fuck-out and ambitious. He's faking it, just like over 3/4s of the rest of the school with him. I'm even guilty of it - that's when my spirit gets crushed. Oh. My. God.