"I'll survive, somehow I always do."
Laughs everywhere.
Maybe they're laughing at me.
Maybe not.
Who knows?
I hate the way they look at me, I hate the way I let them judge me.
I hate it. I hate every single minute of it.
But I can't fight back.
Why?
Because I can't fight, or maybe I just wanna seem pathetic.
Or what if I am pathetic.
I'm just creating miseries for myself.
Crying over those every single day.
"I am pathetic." I smiled.
Just as I was looking down at my shoes, I saw her again.
She was aimlessly running down the halls yet nobody paid any attention to her. Maybe she's just like me, who knows?
And just like that, she leapt and vanished within the walls. The corridor darkened again and it seemed like nobody was there in the first place.
"I'm just seeing things."