is that all high school will be? faint memories of music in seclusion, a play spent half alone, walking through the halls in an anxious mess?
what else has been school? classes in quiet thought, standing in corners and trying not to get caught? caught in, what?
looks, confused glares, horror nightmares that were never truly there.
she kept thinking that it would change. maybe this year, maybe some day.
but it. never did.
so now her thoughts are being ripped to pieces, from what she's missed in these experiences >>
will it ever change?
will this be what life is, to her? all this time, just a collection of silent moments being secluded from everything -- even herself?
and what, if any,
is the cause?
life, unfortunately, does not have a
pause
button.
// she needs to figure it out soon
