noise

It becomes awfully weird in here when people behind me start talking loud and making pig noises. I’m only here because I have to finish some school assignments. More weird is when they talk really loud, out of control, about pranks they’ve played on people, about ideas they’ve gotten from trash movies, and I wonder what it would make of me if I were to call these people trash. What would it make of me? I am but sitting here typing up my assignment. I choose to do my work here because I fear I cannot work at home. Home is too comfortable. I would have slept if I were home.

(written ages ago)