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I refuse to believe that this is it. I know that the past few days have been harsh on me, and I know that I'm not going to do well in the tests that I've taken recently and /she/'s going to beat me in everything. She's most likely going to boast about it too. But I refuse to think that I'm any worse than she is, because I'm not. I'm better. I have the potential.
...I just need more sleep.
Chains seem restrictive. You're chained up in a jail cell. You're chained to your past, unable to get free. You're chained up with no sense of freedom at all. Chains just remind you of how freedom really is important. Without freedom, one might even say that you're nothing. Chains rattle, they make noise when you try to escape them. That doesn't mean that you should stop trying to break free, though.
The side of a plate probably has cutlery. The sides of where I'm sitting right now are cluttered with textbooks, workbooks and stationery, actually. Looking forward all the time might not always be the best, I suppose. I guess that sometimes, we have to stop and enjoy the view we get in life. Sometimes, instead of looking straight ahead, we have to look to the sides.