Wednesday, January 22, 2020
hit and run :: essays research papers
Itââ¬â¢s like Iââ¬â¢m dead. But Iââ¬â¢m not, I guess Iââ¬â¢m just dead to my surroundings or everyone is just trying to make me feel that way. I walk through the crowed halls at my school, no one turns a head, no one smiles, itââ¬â¢s like Iââ¬â¢m walking through a bunch of ghosts, or am I really the ghost? There are so many questions that I try to answer in the back of my head while Iââ¬â¢m taking these steps to home room. Everyone usually feels sorry for the person who has no friends or is considered a freak. Not in my case, no one ever talks to me, so I never talk to them. I am what you would consider a nobody, a freak, a loner. Yet really Iââ¬â¢m none of those, because no one even knows my name. People call it the New Year, a new year to change things you donââ¬â¢t like about yourself. Yet itââ¬â¢s really hard for me to do that, because I donââ¬â¢t even think I know myself. All I know is that I go to school get good grades, except in math, run cross country, go home, wash my hands, do my homework, and lay in bed, I never actually fall asleep. My parents say I have a problem, a mental one. I say itââ¬â¢s because Iââ¬â¢m related to them. Theyââ¬â¢ll never understand me, and Iââ¬â¢ll never understand them, thatââ¬â¢s just the way itââ¬â¢s going to be. They have to deal with it, even if they say they canââ¬â¢t. JANUARY 2, 2007 Iââ¬â¢m hesitating. I canââ¬â¢t feel a thing. I took something this morning. I canââ¬â¢t tell a soul, even though there is no one to tell. I look down the hall to first period. Seems like thereââ¬â¢s three miles between me and the door, like Iââ¬â¢m running a race. Breath I tell myself, just breath, stop thinking, just breath. Iââ¬â¢ve made it, to my destination, if you call it a destination in itself. The school day is such a blur to me, nothing merely interesting. Same thing everyday, no one speaks to me, no one looks at me, nothing. My eyes hurt; Iââ¬â¢m staring too hard at something, or someone in that matter. The only good thing about being ignored is that you can do stuff and people wonââ¬â¢t notice but if you were normal, people would notice in a minute.
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