Fifth Period.

I wrote this in my fifth period after my Algebra final. I thought my train of thoughts was interesting, so I'm posting it here.

The guy in front of me in my math class. He has a sweater with this design that my ex had on one of his shirts. Everytime I see him wear it, I want to stab him. I hated that shirt.
I hate my ex.

I just finished the final. Early, I guess. There's 25 minutes left. It wasn't that bad. HE has this class before me. HE said it wasn't terrible. HE was right. HE's all I want.

I want this class to be over already. 23 minutes. It's not that long, but it seems like it. It's cold outside. I forgot my sweater. I think it's in the backseat of the car. Still. I hope. I'm looking out the window. It's gonna rain today...Damn.
It's cold in here.

This classroom is soo depressiong. Dim lights. That pinkish-yellowish colored paint on the walls. Motivational postersthat attempt to make me feel good about math. I still don't. It's too complicated. Too many formulas. Algebra 2 is a drag. And I have a D. This final better get me a C. I hope.