emptiness
school doesn’t matter anymore, same with grades.
nothing matters anymore.
sleeping all of my problems away is the only escape from reality and responsibility.
you’re telling yourself: ,,I’ll just get over this week and it’s gonna be fine”. but it’s EVERY.FUCKING.WEEK. and you’re repeating this over and over, but it’s nothing more than a lie.
shame
walking this hallway full of people staring at you, but all you wanna do is throw up from stress.
you hear whispers and laughing behind your back.
did I do something wrong??? maybe my shirt is stained??
what if everyone knows my secret?—-
you know how it is. life sucks but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you’re just getting back to your world.
but when two such different worlds started to feel the same?
like one was never separate from the other.
I’m done.
