I hate school. I want to drop out. It's not worth the stress. It's making me tired, sad, burdened and for what? A piece of paper saying I did the required reading? That I memorized enough dates to prove my intelligence on a multiple choice exam? That I bullshitted enough papers to get out of English class? Is is really worth it? All of that work, just to start over again at new job where once again I have to prove my intelligence, my worth and value as a human. Why can't we just respect one another for who we are? Why must we include institutions into our biographies? I want to be me, Anna, not Anna who went to UC whatever you call it.

I want to travel the world and be a photographer. I want to run far away with him and be free from advertisements that tell me what to do, how to
think and that you are only pretty if you are skinny, have perfect skin and a muscular body. All I want is my own dark room. To hide from the ugly in the world. A place to bathe in contrast, darkness and light, all at once