“ I never understood those people who said, “Enjoy high school, these are the greatest four years of your life”. I hated high school, man, I fucking HATED high school. I hated everything about it. I hated the classes, I hated the teachers, I hated the building itself - made out of the cinder block walls painted in mismatched high school colors, I hated going to lunch at 10 o’clock in the morning! I hated all the cliques, y’know? The jocks, and the fuckin’ stoners and the metal heads and the rockers and the popular kids I really hated cause I wasn’t one, and the theater fags I REALLY hated cause I WAS one. I hated waking up at 6:30 in the morning in January and praying to god for death to come and take me, because DEATH would have been preferable to getting on the school bus which I had to take through my senior year of high school in 1988. So you know what? I didn’t love the ’80s. For me, they were a fucking disaster. ”
Michael Ian Black (via theidiotsheet)
