What the hell is the starting line?

...What is it? Does anyone know? What does that mean? Yeah, I'm still listening to that CD, its nice...most of the songs I heard about two years ago from audiogalaxy, but still...Anyway, who wants to drop out of high school with me? Do I have any takers? You? Oh, okay. No really...I understand. I know that you have to do this...for your mom, right? Yeah...me too...kinda...Its just a little depressing. Can you believe how many years we've been doing this shit? We spent nearly all of our lives learning all of this crap that we probably won't even remember in two years. But we kill ourselves trying to get a letter, and then we let that letter validate and categorize ourselves. If you get an "A", you're smart. If you get an "F" you're a fuckin deadbeat-future-McDonald's-employee-dumbass. Its crazy. And then you let some old lady who spent all of her life going all through this torture do all this to you. Fuck you, you old fart.

I'm so jaded, it ain't even funny. Yeah, I'm a fucking rebel, starting my sentences with "and" and "but" and shit. Maverick. (What do you call a female rebel?). I should be sleeping since I have a bigass report due tomorrow for English. I should rest before I attempt to save myself from academic suicide. I'm still trying to figure out what all this is for. I'm going on serious revolt, man. Who cares to join me? We can take on the world, paint the sky purple, and wage war on authority. Chaos rules the youthful mind, and so shall it continue to rule until we finally grow up and realize our folly in creating this disorder. But I'd rather not wait. In fact, who wants to join me? ....Okay, fine...don't do it...I understand...