More stream of conscious from class.
|With that pen in her hand, she set out to change...anything. The words may not flow but she will break through to herself and force out what she has always refused to say. She cannot play the games anymore and it will all become evident - just what the fuck is going on anyway? So she writes those words, pushing and pulling at the parts just for her and sticks it straight to those who have systematically killed her. But these words are hers, these thoughts are hers but she doesn't want them anymore. They will spread out, engulf the rest of the people who are blind to such things. All will know and she will sleep peacefully.|