THE QUIET.

|ten

it's my second day back at school and it's still the same.

staring,

pointing,

whispers,

and notes.

i'm sick of this already.

god damn,

i just wanna be invisible.

people have been trying to talk to me and i'm terrified by that.

i just want to go home and hide in bed.

i'm freaking out and having panic attacks,

and i just want to die.

i need someone to hold me,

and tell me everything is okay,

and that they love me.

i just want to escape.

living fucking sucks.

that is,

if you even call this living.