I feel anxious.
I am self-conscious about the way that I look, the way people look at me, the way I feel.
I like attention.
I like it when you look at me, look my way, pay attention to me. Only me. Only for a little bit, I become everything, the world.
I feel loved.
I feel loved when you listen to me, talk to me. I feel the most the loved when you sit next to me.
I feel angry.
I feel angry when you're late, when you leave. I feel angry that you've replaced yourself. I feel angry the most when you don't talk.
I feel stupid.
I feel stupid for feeling love, or the least bit of familiarity. I feel stupid for assuming.
I feel anxious again.
I feel anxious when you're not there, when you don't sit next to me. I feel anxious when no one looks at me, when you don't talk to me.
I feel tired.
I feel tired after I wake up, I can't even look at you. I wish you would. I feel tired in class, and the class after that.
I hate you.
I hate that you can talk to someone else like I never existed. I thought I mattered. I hate you, everything about you. I hate you most when you look my way.
Do you even know my name?
