After school, bag thrown aside, getting undressed, changing to my pajamas and shirt. At least you aren’t in school anymore. You don’t have to cram to do reports, analyses, and proposals and stuff that made your head hurt all day.
But how do you feel? Do you exist? Do you exist after school, after a party, after a date, after an exam, after a group study? Don’t you get the feeling, when you’re alone, that you really are alone?
Empty.
Floating aimlessly in your uncertain jumbled mind, the quietness of your room, trying to battle the utter silence. You play your favorite songs, but somehow the loneliness still evident. You wonder why—you thought you were fine; just hours ago you were having fun, being the normal bratty self you are, and yet now, you can only sigh and try somehow not to show you’re okay. But are you?
You wonder if other people feel the way you do, but then again you laugh the idea off your head. How many times have you said it? Tried to make people know, empathize somehow, but how many times have you explained, and how many times has anybody understood or even tried to understand?
You have so many issues within yourself—you are too skeptical, too pessimistic, and too hard-headed, and you are too much. You know it sucks, and you hope people don’t ever wish they hadn’t met you, or regret having met you. You pray so fervently and when everything’s back to the way it was, you screw up again. Damn, what’s the matter with you?
