The black magic known as Art plus randomness

Vent thingy

Cold...so dark. It scares me...I look my right in this darkness. A memory is playing...another fight with Itty...I hate Itty...I feel my anger and hatred for her. I feel the black around me get more gloomy...the memory ends. I look to my right...this happened today. Spanish class. I had to stand in front if the class and speak Spanish. I just couldn't speak it. I feel their eyes just staring at me waiting for me to speak. I hear them laughing...I look away as I stink deeper into the dark...I see another memory play. And another. And another. Why won't they end? They never end...no one understands. They just relate it to themselves and stops caring despite saying they do. No one understands....