It hits me like a wave, crashing over my head, filling my senses and pulling me under. I can't escape it. The more I try to swim to the surface, the deeper I sink.
My whole body aches with fatigue from fighting it. As much as I want to keep it in, to not let anyone find out, I know that I'm not fine. I'm so tired that I can't even shed a single tear.
I resort to laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling just thinking about how pathetic I am. Jealousy runs through my veins and fills my broken heart with rage.
I don't know why, but I despise people and life. Most of all, myself.
My phone buzzes and I turn my head to glance at the glowing screen.
Keenai: How are you feeling? I haven't heard from you since Tuesday.
I don't want to talk to anyone at this moment, so I don't reply. I sigh in frustration. People only text me when I don't feel like talking. When I'm in a good mood, everyone ignores me.
