welcome to the void

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I don't know why I feel the way I do.

I don't understand the significance of living each and every day in the dark. Waking up and looking out of the window, seeing the dark clouds foreshadowing another bad day. The rain, portraying my tears as I bike to school, head down because

what if someone sees my face? 

what if they yell at me again?

what if they tell me I'm ugly again?

The trees, swaying back and forth as fast as my emotions do on days like these. What is wrong with me? Can someone explain?

Why do I even try anymore? I don't get it.