Here I am, again. Sitting alone in a full room. People are all around me, yet I'm still standed on my own little island in the sea of people.
It's my last day in this class. I should be sad. I am, sort of. I'll miss Ms. Bailey and Ginger, the class therapy dog. But, I'm mainly thankful for the end to finally be here. After about five months of being painfully alone for nearly two hours five days a week, I'm glad to be leaving.
I'll see you, James. I know what you do to yourself, but I won't confront you. I just want you to know I understand, but how can I let you know without confronting you? I can't. I haven't said a single word about what I've seen, but I sympathize -which you probably don't want- and hope you find another way to cope.
Allie, we've been friends since kindergarten. I know you invited me to your birthday party later this month, but I don't know if I'll really go. I know your mom loves and misses me, but I feel replaceable. I am replaceable. I know you aren't good with empathy, so I know you didn't invite me out of pity. I just feel like I'll be forgotten and just slip unnoticed unintentionally into the corners of the room. But, I'll try to get over myself and come anyways.
This class has caused me a great deal of sadness within me. Call me dramatic but it has.
I felt a weight lift from my chest as I took my last step out of the door. And, then, I felt a good chunk break off once I realized I had a major Spanish exam ten steps down the hall.
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Non-FictionThis is a personal diary of an anonymous girl online. The start is rough and cringy, but it's a journal. This is the first part of my life for every stranger online to read. Go ahead. Open this story and start reading about my life and all my feelin...
