Well, no I’m not wasted or drunk or high nothing of the sort. Considering I’ve wasted more than half my breaks sleeping, eating, reading… And well sleeping. I’m terrified of going back to that horrible place. same old fake smiles, same old people; not denying the fact that I love school. I truly do, I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. But I think when you get accustomed to the whole vacation thing, you just don’t wanna go back, you know? He’s a different person in school, almost everyone is and I don’t wanna put of with that. I don’t wanna put up with the exams or the hustle of teachers or the whispers of gossip flying around in corridors. I feel changed these vacations and something in the back of my head tells me, I’m not ready to face what’s gonna come with it.