Nocturnal poetry.

Sometimes I just want to get out of here. It's hard when she thinks her way is the only and right way. What does she want me to do? Ok, I know, but I try to deny this. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to receive rules or orders. She wants me to believe in what she believes, to follow her faith and averything good to her, even if I disagree completely. Her misconception is here, beside her, and I don't need to touch this to turn me on a better person.
I hate this, oh please. I have so much to say, but, most of time, I say nothing. I just miss the hunger, the animation or the wanting to do whatever I had been doing before she speaks. And then a incredible will of crying comes to me and I need a big effort to get up and control the tears. That's war, my almost everyday war, now I see I'm such a weak girl.
She is here, complaining, as usual, with her hot-head, asking me where I went wrong in the french test. And right now, somehow, I feel like I'm the worst person in the world for thinking these things about her. Well, and now, I hate her again.
Take me out, please.

-> By the way, I received my french test: Writing ~ 9,7 ; Oral ~ 9,0. I liked it.

I'm already in vacations, and, to celebrate this, yesterday I rented two movies, but just one of them deserves worth: "The Freedom Writers". It talks about some students living in a dangerous area, where everybody have gangs. They kill each other everyday, and the school, to them, is nothing. But just until a new teacher of English enter in the school. She changes the life of these teenagers forever. I advice you to see that movie. Really.

Well, I don't have too much to say, my life is so boring.
Bye.

As I wait for the time
my dream comes alive
Always out of sight
but never out of mind