Sometimes I hate school. Nah, I hate it all the time. It's the holidays and the start of school for me is January 8th. I know I still have time but just the thought of it getting closer scares me.
The stress would be back. Assessments are the most stressful things for me. I won't sleep at night and I won't do my homework. I know I have to do my homework but I have no motivation. In fact, I don't want to do anything at all. Sometimes I want to sleep and never wake up.
My class mates. I don't even know if they like me. At school, I'm in a trio with my two friends and we're each in a different class. So I don't have any friends in my class. I'm the quiet girl who doesn't even say a word all day, I never raise a finger in class either. The only times I speak, my classmates laugh, make fun of me or judge me. I don't really think they like me. It doesn't matter, it's been like that in every class forever. I am used to it.
I will probably start to self-harm again, because of stress or certain people. And sports, oh damn, I hate it.
Midday time. I never eat at school. Sometimes I can go out and come back when the break is over. When I'm out and chatting with my friends, they're not listening to me, they're on their phones. So I stay silent.
For me, going back to school is the definition of going back to hell.
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PoetryI'm going to talk about myself in this story. About my thoughts, problems, feelings, etc. (I didn't know what to put as a cover so I put this photo that I found on Pinterest lol)
