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I’ve been in a different place to our normal school campus for the last four days, so I haven’t done any writing since then. But I just got back and got onto the internet and on to tumblr. Of course the top post on my dashboard is “Welcome to the Black Parade – My Chemical Romance. This is my favourite song by the now split up band,” This was my favourite band in the world. They split up an hour ago. I cried. This isn’t fair I can’t deal with this right now. This isn’t right. Why would they do this, and not even tell anyone why. I don’t think people quite understand how much of a big deal this is to me. Adding this to the fact that Bailey, along with everyone else, seems to be ignoring me, it’s driving me to insanity. And no one cares because it’s not them being ignored. And no one cares because they didn’t even like the band. I don’t mind having most people ignoring me, but when it’s Bailey, it’s all worse. Everything just keeps changing. Not just physically. It changes in my head. I’m still hoping that bailey will start talking to me more, or that she would just find out I like her and we could not talk for a few days and then just be sort of friends, but at the same time there are other people I feel I’m getting close to. Specifically one girl, and I really just want my brain to just stop being an arsehole and let me stop likng anyone and just leave me alone. I just need to be able to block out all thoughts of anyone I like, or feel like I could potentially like in the future. But I’m going home in four days and I’ll probably hardly ever see any of these people again, so what difference does it make. I’ll go home, life will continue as normal. I’ll miss all my friends that I’ve made and then I‘ll get over it and within about a month I won’t give a damn anymore.

I think this might be the end. Or not necessarily the end, rather a subtle completion of interesting, or otherwise, events in my life. It might not be though. I might come back later today. Or maybe tomorrow. Or when I get home. It could be any time. Anyway. I’m done for now. Stay positive, or don’t. I really don’t give a damn either way

-Anonymous

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