Faults I am a quitter A quitter am I Quiet little critter Sleepy and shy Wasting my #life Like there's no tomorrow Never speaking a lie Or wanting to follow The path of my dreams I don't have goals Dreams only hurt you When you don't have a soul.

Study Time @ St. Mary's Flick through books, Rip out pages, Kick the radiator to stay warm, Even though its Spring. Waste hours suppressing the complaints of your stomach. Spend hours studying the digestive system. Click, click, click, the teacher's mouse taps out an irregular beat. Hovers screech every time the door swings open, Experience tells us the bell will ring soon. The last few minutes stretch out in unbearable silence, Then we leave.

Abandoned Little Miss Pitiable, No fixed abode, Stands where you left her, On the side of the road.

Filing Shuffle the papers and annoy everyone in the office, That will teach them! Nurse your papercuts sulkily under judgmental eyes, Not their problem? Then slam the cabinet door as hard as a rusted metal drawer can be slammed, A throat is cleared, AHEM! Fired for filing.

The Secret Cafe A wonderland hidden from strangers eyes, Rose patterned plates hold apple-hot pies, Earl grey tea served in mismatched cups, Fresh dairy milk sits in tiny tin jugs. Hidden away from those not in the know, Open to us who venture where others won't go.