Let me give you a clear idea on what life is normally like for me.
At Home: I wake up to the sound of the alarm on my phone, hating that I'm still here. I get up after a few minutes of convincing myself that my mom needs me. I head to the bathroom; take a shower, brush my teeth, put in my contacts, pee (or "relieve myself" if the word 'pee' offends you), etc. I get dressed (usually in something that that forces me to be social with people that have similar interests, such as bands and panda sweatshirts). Then I finish any last-minute home-work. I walk around our shabby apartment to find my mom (who sometimes alternates between sleeping in the living room, the kitchen, my room, and her room). I make her get ready for work (as a waitress at a cafe down the street.). I push her into her car and I go to ride my bus. Simple. Repetitive.
At School: I walk through the hallways. It feels like everyone is against me, but maybe that's just my social awkwardness getting to me. Sometimes I have a friend (like in 7th grade), but sometimes I don't (like last year). Being an outcast in every school you go to is both different and new. Sometime you just wonder if instead of something being wrong with everyone else, that there's something wrong with you. I go to class. Maybe even raise my hand (am usually ignored). When I do actually speak to the class during presentations and stuff, I get asked if that's my actual voice. Or they tell me that they thought I was mute. I don't know what to say to stuff like that. Most times, I just walk home. I hate riding the bus.
At Home Again: I wait. I get on Tumblr until my mom gets off to take me to therapy every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Yes I have a Tumblr. You can follow me. Or don't. My user is: iamawkwardlyme.
At Therapy: I meet my therapist and we talk about my painful life.
This, again is what usually happens.
Now here's what happened on my (13th) first day of school.
At Home: Pretty much the same except I needed extra convincing to get up. The fact that my alarm was an Ed Sheeran song made my day bit better. I decided to wear an old Mayday Parade t-shirt I got a while ago at a thrift store. They're my absolute favorite band and it was the only shirt I had from them. My mom was a little bit more difficult to get up today and instead of going to work, she got her hung-over self up and drove me to school.
At School: I saw someone from my past (More on that later).
At Home: Tumblr. Waited for my mom, who got home late as usual.
Therapy: My therapist canceled.
More details and stuff later. I don't know how to feel right now.
The Outcast.
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The Outcast.
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