Haze

Why am I here?(Prologue)

(Disclaimer:  Yes I understand sentence structure. The sentences are meant to be choppy and grammatically incorrect)

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The clock moved slower than molasses going down a gentle slope.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The teacher's fingers tapped the desk with her cheap fake nails, waiting for the class to end. Even she didn't want to be here, so why am I? Maybe I should introduce myself.. I'm Jackie. You don't need to know much about me. None of it matters anyway.
Maybe I'm Nihilistic. Maybe I need to just get over myself. The only other thing that's important is that I'm depressed. I have been for a while. You may say "Oh what the fuck ever. You have a great home, great parents, you have everything you need" and you could be right. That's not why I'm depressed. I just am. To put the icing on the cake, add the body dysmorphia. When I look in the mirror, I feel the need to lose weight. When I look in the mirror I go back to my childhood. I used to be chubby, and everyone would tell me how I should lose weight. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to them. Maybe I should've learned to be comfortable in my own skin. I dropped in weight rapidly and it concerned my parents. They begged me to get help, but I refused. Getting help would mean I'm not normal. I know they meant well, but I just couldn't get help. Do you think I'm a whiny kid yet? Are you annoyed by the text you're reading? Did you stop all together? Well I guess it doesn't matter. The tragic thing about life is that it moves on. With or without you. I wonder what labels you've put on me. Oh you haven't? Don't lie to yourself. You're part of society. Society teaches to judge.  Whatever. Keep your predetermined notions to yourself. Maybe they were correct. I doubt it though.
So if you're still here and reading this, I have a question for you.  Why am I here? Why are any of us here? Well that's two questions... But you get the point.