staring into modern space

and i think to myself
"what a wonderful world."

i think that's a lie. i think the only truth of that sentence is the part where i thought it was wonderful. the part where i hoped. the part that i said before everything you were to me was melted to create one great mess of a science prac on the floor.
i wish that my teacher would stop calling me a liar, because she's the one i learnt it from.


"i totally can't believe she said that."