Who am I?
Who are you to tell me how am I supposed to feel? I'm supposed to wake up in the morning and work my ass off, just to pay some damn billslike what is going on right now.
I sigh" I hate my mondays"
I look over to my window and see that it's night time and I still haven't moved for my bed.
The day has continue to move without me like I don't exist at all but I don't belong., like no one would care if I was here or not.
I snorted. They probably wouldn't. No one knows me. No one does talk to me my hair. My skin is than every one of them. I'm a person I don't speak unless spoken to.
And that's just the way I like it. I think I don't know. Maybe it's just safe for me to be a bubble and be in my own world and continue to struggle to survive.
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