9

Awkwardly getting up really early for your 7 AM final.

Realizing its bit til Thursday.

How do I know that this time it’s real?

Depending if I still have my apartment by the time Adventure Club rolls around, I might just crash there for a night.

Do you really even care anymore?

I’m not sure that you care anymore.

Sometimes I just sit in front of my closet (the doors are mirrors) and just look at myself and rip myself to shreds. If I can’t like myself, how can anyone like me? How can anyone like me when some of my family doesn’t even like me?
I don’t know.

Maybe if I rip myself apart, I’ll grow insensitive to what hurts. What if I was just emotionless. Depthless.

What if I just put my armor back on and looked at everything without feel.

Maybe that would be nice. To feel nothing. Nearly numb.

Maybe you just don’t care anymore.