If I go into The Darkness.

Freedom soon.
Four more days of torture.
Then, freedom at last.
And after the freedom only a term of plc left.
I think I shall miss it.
As much as I hate the curriculum and the teachers.
I really shall.
But I shall not miss it while I have my three weeks of freedom.
Three weeks of wearing whatever I want.
Doing whatever I want.
Going wherever I want.
Wearing however much makeup I see fit.
I can finally be free to joke about booze without having meetings with teachers.
I finally have freedom of speech.
Being able to say 'sex' without being told I am a child abuser.
Freedom, come faster.
The beach, random parks, piss ups.
I don't care. As long as I'm not doing anything school related.
Fuck. No franga for three whole weeks.
I don't think I'll ever be able to come back.
I think I may be a bit tempted to give franga some photos of us drinking booze and smoking cigarettes. But... maybe not.
Goooodbyee franga, hello booze, parties, piercings and fun. :)