School is driving me to a breaking point. It's like everyone's goal is to drive me to a breaking point. Teachers push you to your breaking point, peers yell at you until you feel like shit, and work gets harder and harder until you can't handle it anymore.
I could feel the blood pumping through my body as my gaze angrily swept the room. Everybody was laughing and jokingly and slapping each other on the shoulder. Nobody bothered to check on the girl in the corner with her headphones plugged in, typing away on her computer. The problem with faking that everything is ok is that people easily believe it and you're stuck with having no one caring.
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My lovely old feelings
Short StoryThis is just a collection of my feelings expressed into some type of literature. So yeah, bare with me.
