The Escapist

exist

She didn't care when the requirements were rejected. She had wanted to cry, wanted to scream out loud into the air. They said everything would be alright. She roared to herself, they said, they said, they said.
What is the f**king point? What is the f**king point if nobody cares? F**k college f**k english and f**k every living hell. The world is what i live for, and that world exists no more.

She didn't understand it at first, a drop of tear and another drop of blood. Why does it matter? Why should anything matter at all? If not for the friends we would lose in the future, could it be more the ones we have gained? If not for my rain to come down? Could it be me who would fall? Do i not matter no more? Do i not exist? Do i not fathom no more? Do i not proceed?