Pocketknife

I can't decide if I like today, today's the day that I shall stay. Stay where I have started from, for now I've stayed complitely calm. The weather is still boring me, but now I feel it and I can see. What really used to bring me down, how life can quickly turn around. Noisy roads and traffic yams, awful grades and failed exams. Have made me who I am today, I can't be myself another way. Now I've let myself be me, just sitting here and drinking tea. Just thinking with my jelly head, what my psyhologist has said. She never really spoke much clear, she never spoke about my fear, She never really did much good, she never helped where others could. So why the hell did I go there, she only made me more despare. Thinking that I need this crap, I've fallen into my own trap. I've decided to move on, otherwise I would be gone. I rather get my perfect life, then having past as pocketknife.