Okay, on top of the post I just made, I just told someone real shit about my life.

Like… I turned on the realistic, boastful self.

Somewhat of family secrets…

I haven’t even told her yet and she’s like my closest friend (to me anyways). 

/head desks

jfal;sdjfs;dlf;ds 

But she probably knows. 

The moment I woke up I felt as if I didn’t have enough sleep even though I slept at the normal time I usually sleep at.

Arriving at school, I knew my face felt tired. I didn’t feel it yet I did.

Things just didn’t feel right, I guess.

Math came last period and the girl sitting behind me said hi like the usual. I replied naturally. 

“Still not in a good greeting mood?” she questioned.

I just… I don’t know.

Maybe things are going on and I don’t even know what I’m feeling.

I’m at this state where things are fucked up and I kind of just don’t care.

There’s no point in dying and thinking negative thoughts.

But there isn’t a point to laugh and smile either.