Friday, May 31, 2019

hit and run :: essays research papers

Its like Im dead. But Im not, I guess Im grievously dead to my surroundings or everyone is just trying to make me feel that way. I walk through the crowed halls at my school, no one turns a head, no one smiles, its like Im walking through a bunch of ghosts, or am I really the ghost? at that place are so many questions that I try to answer in the back of my head while Im taking these steps to family line room. Everyone usually feels sorry for the person who has no friends or is considered a freak. Not in my case, no one ever talks to me, so I neer talk to them. I am what you would consider a nobody, a freak, a loner. Yet really Im none of those, because no one even knows my name. People call it the New Year, a new year to change things you dont like about yourself. Yet its really hard for me to do that, because I dont even think I know myself. All I know is that I go to school move good grades, except in math, run cross country, go home, wash my hands, do my homework, and lay in bed, I never actually fall asleep. My parents regulate I have a problem, a mental one. I say its because Im related to them. Theyll never understand me, and Ill never understand them, thats just the way its going to be. They have to deal with it, even if they say they providet. JANUARY 2, 2007 Im hesitating. I cant feel a thing. I took something this morning. I cant tell a soul, even though there is no one to tell. I look down the hall to first period. Seems like theres three miles between me and the door, like Im running a race. tip I tell myself, just breath, stop thinking, just breath. Ive made it, to my destination, if you call it a destination in itself. The school day is such a blur to me, nothing merely interesting. Same thing everyday, no one speaks to me, no one looks at me, nothing. My eyes hurt Im sodding(a) too hard at something, or someone in that matter. The only good thing about being ignored is that you can do glut and people wont notice but if you were normal, people would notice in a minute.

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