Hopefully while writing this, if I keep a content expression, all I have to worry about curious classmates.
Some bits of this may seem edgy and emo, but it's actually what I'm believing, so I guess that's what I am; Edgy and Emo.
Looking around this room, I can see an outburst of talent and greatness. All the students here are clever and brilliant. However when I take a look in the mirror, I don't see anything like that. Instead I see a less than average person just taking a class. No talent or creativity. No color in their life, not even a contrast in shade, just grey.
It's disheartening for the happier side of my mind to see the part that's not the best, but there's not much to do. Obviously, the happy side of me is not writing all of this, but it has some influence.
I hope that ay some point I could be as talented as them, but for now I have to bottle my jealousy. I want to talk about this with my section, mainly one of my younger classmates, but I absolutely hate the feeling of them denying what I'm saying about myself, even if they're trying to make me feel better, it feels awful.
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Thoughts From the Back of the Band
RandomInternal monologue maybe? Possibly stupid. What's inside, you'll need to find out for yourself.
