To Drift Away

i believe i came within two hairs short of failing all my classes this semester. I mean, i dont want to speak too soon or anything. The worst part is, i dont care.

I have anticipated tonight for the whole entire semester.

Being finished with school.

And as i exit the stuffy classroom sardined with way too many kids all staring blankly at each other with that fuck me look on their face, i don't see a crowd whistling and cheering me on for getting through the semester.

I don't feel accomplished, or proud.

I feel beat, and kind of sad that its over.

I feel kind of like downing a bottle of whiskey standing in my truck bed in a desolate field(which is plentiful where i live) and blasting something depressing and cliche like Matchbox Twenty.

Im leaving in 3 days. And i've never felt so alone... and unaccomplished. Is this what schools suppose to feel like? You work your ass of to tire yourself out? To end up hating conforming? To end up wanting to tell everyone to just Fuck Off? To have this empowering feeling that i can and will do whatever ever the fuck i want weather it be for good or for worse; and nothing you can do, or say is going to stop me?

Is that good? or Rebellious? or Naive?

or D. none of the above?