Bored.. Duh.

 I'm writing this in A.P. Government right now...

I honestly don't want to be here. Yesterday my mom allowed me to skip school for absolutely no reason. Yeah, yesterday was amazing. I tried it again today, but I knew it wouldn't work. It almost did though. She things that there's something wrong. Like, really wrong. Worrying my mother is so very easy to do. I'm not the only one that hasn't been themselves lately. In all honesty, I don't think I've been that off. Maybe a little more negative that usual, but not that bad. I don't think. No one is telling me otherwise (besides my mother) and no one has really cared to change anything so... I guess there's nothing wrong.

Today I have heard three references to Tumblr, or things I've found on Tumblr...I must find my classmates on there, and stalk them, but never add them. I don't need all these people seeing my Tumblr. I don't even like half of them. But that's a whole different story.

I really want to write a poem. But I can't think of what to write. Or rather I can, I just don't know how to say it. How to say these things in my mind. And make them...almost rhyme? Poetry doesn't have to rhyme they say, but they do have to flow. I think that may be my problem, I've lost my flow. Flow. Hmmm...