To my school, my haven, my sanctuary.

I miss the comfort of the familiar landscape, the buildings, the trees and the crisp cool air that would greet me when I rushed in 5 minutes late everyday.
I miss running around the field, hiding away all the unpopular badges in my pocket and rubbing my sneakers with chalk to make them look clean .
I miss sucking up basic solutions into my mouth and spraying myself with acid every Thursday .
I miss strutting about in my navy and white uniform, the eternal rage.
I miss going around with nothing more than my latest imaginary heartbreak on my mind to weigh me down.
I miss standing outside the monotonously clean classrooms with their stray abandoned canvases and oil paints, more often than not mine.
I miss being me.