school

A slaughterhouse built with bricks and iron forged by the fire of hell. It's the shadow of all the darkness where books are visual chainsaws. The strange people dwelling here will pretend to be friends but will soon turn into leeches craving for your blood, tears and hope. This is an infernal machine whose fuel is shattered dreams, bullying and social isolation. At one point, the simple thought of finding a positive side makes your brain turn into an acid ganja pink elephant riding into Willy Wonka's tunnel. But at the end of it ,somehow, it's supposed to be a wonderful experience.

Me: Fuck school.
Teacher: Nice pleonasm.