Rapid Hope Loss

I try on my blue shirt, she told me she liked it, once.

It's been a while since I've posted an actual blog. Lately, things have been weird. It hasn't been a period of good things, followed by a period of shit, in fact, it's been well mixed. Some days are good, and some days are really bad. Today, has been one of these really bad days. Not because of the return of school, that was just inevitable, but, today, I felt more alone than I have in a long time.

When I'm alone, I feel cold, scared, sad, among other feelings. When I'm alone, I hate it. I don't like being alone, pretty much, because of fear of myself.

I'm never really alone, but, there's the feeling. I hate the feeling, the illusion.

Now, I'll simply talk about my day.

My day at school. My first day as a year eleven. My first day in the senior school of Underdale High School. My first day in the Knowledge corridor. My first day for all these things, and I hated every second between 8:20am and 2:25pm. I actually hate Underdale High School, nearly as much as my mother, or that thing she calls a husband. The teachers lack feeling, the students lack heart. Through my eyes, all I sea is shells, of people who used to be.

Underdale High School, is not where you want to be.

So, I'm leaving.

I'm not sure if there's love here, at all anymore, so my usual sign-off is irrelevant.