My world separate into two. Reality and fantasy. There's one place, that makes my heart so heavy like a giant stone, I'm carrying. I could say it's just like a hell. A living hell. How can someone just being so excited about school? Because they can meet their friends? Crush? Or their favorite teacher? My traumatic memories, started at school.
From that, I learned about many types of people. I don't even ask for it. Where words and promises became useless. I don't believe those all. I won't anymore.
Crying in the toilet is not something new for me. Where I cried my heart out. I'm sobbing, I can't breathe, I'm shaking.
I never wiped off my tears. I won't. Why? Because why I should hide anymore? The I'm bottling my feelings, the more I got worse. When I'm entering the class, my sobbing doesn't end yet. My hands and body shaking nonsense. Where I'm alone all the time. But do you know what's the human in the class doing?
Nothing at all.
They ignored me, it's so obvious that I'm shaking. But all the eyes just ignored me, Why I deserved this?
Teacher. It made me hate the teacher more. The teacher just ignored their student who already cried her heart out. They said ridiculous things that can make their student even worse.
How can they be so mean?
Because of the small knowledge, they ignored. I admit, I'm so envy when some people get so much attention and enough care.
When will I in that moment?
A/N
Actually, these two chapters, I've wrote from a long time ago. I just feel to put this here, since my emo era comeback (bruh) but really, my feelings don't suit its situation recently. About my playlist..should I really put that here. Still thinking about it, also tomorrow, it's Monday. I hate it so much, BRUH I HATE ASSEMBLY AND TF THAT I HAVE IT FOR A WHOLE WEEK.
Anyway, it's 11:01 pm here, and so goodnight (;
STAI LEGGENDO
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