another reflection i did

baby crying edition

This stupid school. This stupid, stupid school.

Can’t even have feelings.

Apparently, being sad isn’t a real thing.

Apparently, being sad is being “emo”.

Apparently, having friends and feeling connected to them is “gay”.

Apparently, it’s bad not to look perfect.

Apparently, clothes are the factor deciding whether you’re “cool” or not.

Unfortunately, all these things left a stain on me, and I thought all these things.

“But I don't ever wanna fall in love again” - gone gone/thank you, tyler, the creator

Not having a girlfriend at this school is considered strange and makes you lonely.

Genuinely, I wish I had one, considering I’m just an incel.

But I know it’s not worth it.

It’s not gonna do anything in the future except “teach” me something.

“Really, are you happy for me?” - savior, kendrick lamar, baby keem and sam dew

Are friends at this place even friends?

Feels like everybody makes fun of each other behind their backs.

Even I do, and I can’t help it. I’m just a hypocrite like everyone else.

I don’t practice what I preach.

And I still feel like a jerk for snapping at my friends.

I was just overwhelmed, resting my head down on my arm, schoolwork pressing and confusing me, trying to tell my friends to stop, alas, they pushed on.

I was trying to tell them to stop, out of all things, drawing on my teacher’s face.

My teacher’s face!!!

They credited it to him being a “bad teacher”, but even if I don’t like a teacher, I’m not doing that.

So, I rested my head.

And as I do that, I get called “emo” over and over and over.

Just because I’m sad doesn’t mean I focus my life on it.

And just like that, I snapped.

I screamed at them at the top of my lungs.

Like a jerk.

I then just cried.

And cried.

And cried.

I can’t help it, I’m an emotional person.

And I yelled at them until the next class.

And I guess I’m just a hypocrite.

But I have emotions.

And I want people to consider that.