I am being openly criticized by my own classmates. Right before my eyes. To the point of them actually noticing the wave of depression.
Mysterious. Depressed. Not ugly. Not pretty. All things that they are saying about me at the moment.
Shy. Irregular. Are there anymore? A girl. I thought that one was obvious.
They are quite amusing. Of course, I'm not in my right state of mind, so how do I know that they are actually funny?
Comparison. It breaks down one person and builds up another. Usually the one getting built up is the one who doesn't need it. The one getting broke down is most likely already broken.
I myself, was just compared to one of my peers. I was the victor, but I don't feel the victory coursing through my bloodstream.
I'm still waiting to get out of here. There is nothing left to do. And this writing is much too dangerous. And we're leaving now.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
