I don't know what to do with myself anymore. F-ck guys, I'm done. The next day after the "break-up" with my "boyfriend," I walked into math class, and he was sitting in the seat next to mine still. It hurt for me to look him in the face, but he really had to continue sitting with me? Ugh! Soooo done. So done with guys... Hmmm...
I walked into study hall ignoring everyone and looking at the ground. I wanted to be left alone. Some people turned and stared at me, even though I looked away, my anxiety continued to get worse. I walked to my seat, music up, world off my shoulders, and lowered myself into my seat. I almost fell because I haven't eaten since that pop-tart like, two days ago. I kept my mind on my family, who have been onn vacation without me to Hawaii. They're staying until next month. Great, I want to keep them away.
Once I saw everyone rise to switch over to lunch, I slowly rised. I didn't want to collapse. I made my way into the lunch room and sat alone at my usual seat, alone at the other side of the table of nerds. Avoiding everyone. After lunch I had English and I couldn't concentrate, for my "ex" was in the same class,
Finally, when the day was over, I went to the hell house I live in, and laid on my hard wood floor. looked over at my scissors and couldn't resist. I gave in... again. I fell asleep while feeling the pain in my wrist. I felt weak, I wasn't worth anything. No one cared that I was in pain.
