The Biting Feeling -Mitch

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"Okay, class. Can you come and put your works from today on the board? After you do this, you are excused."

I never really interact with my teachers. I don't even know some of their names. It's weird, but it's not like I care.

I'm just going through the motions as of now. I don't talk to anybody unless I have to. My roommate, Jacob, is very social and he at first tried to be friends, but he eventually gave up. I think that he only spends like, one night in his own bed each week. And I'm caught on the fact that I'm to blame.

Everything seems like a blank picture. Or in black and white. It just seems lifeless and dull. Even with my art classes. It doesn't seem to be a colorful room full of colorful people and personalities.

I get this biting feeling. Like, I'm just...failing.

I'm not failing, I'm doing well at the majority of my school subjects.

No. I'm just doing something wrong in my life. There's a glazing on top of everything that makes me feel like I'm making a mistake.

Shut up, Mitch. This is what you wanted. You are in college. You are doing art, and you work at a great café on the richer side of campus. You have a decent dorm. You are going to live through this.

But...why aren't I happy?

No friends. No family. No entertainment. No alcohol to try; I'd probably hate it but I need some sort of excitement right now. And...ever since...him. I can't say his name anymore. Because you know how your mind ties a name to a person's face? Well, I've finally gotten his face from my mind. And even if I begin to think about his name, memories will flood in.
But because of him, I don't want anybody else to be the special person in my life. Like I college romances I watch on tv, I can't make it to the happy parts anymore.

In fact, I haven't turned my tv on in weeks. There's no point.

There's no point in anything anymore.

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