Everything happened just a few months ago, which may seem like a long time to the average teen...especially since it didn't happen to them, or maybe just cause I wasn't as important as others in their lives.
But simply because nothing is visible on me anymore, and I no longer speak of it. It's gone? It's not important? I'm apparently the same girl from months ago.
I'm not. Ive become this ball of depression again, a person who no longer wants to stay in long conversations or speak to new faces.
You can't say certain things, or touch me a certain way. But to them that'll come off as rude. For they are normal.
In school I'll be numb. Almost as if I have no soul. They haven't viewed that before, but friends I've known in the past years have.
