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I feel like sneezing.

But, just as I’m about to sneeze, I just lose all need to sneeze.

But if I didn’t want to, I’d be sneezing as if I’m allergic to breathing.

And if I do sneeze, my friends either laugh, or my mom picks on how “cute” it is.

I can’t win.

but I’m too upset to say much.

I never thought I would feel my heart sink that low.

I never thought my heart could sink that low.

First one, this girl is pulling my hair, getting pissed at me because I had had enough with her yap about me on the News.

“I heard so much about your mom~”

“I don’t care. Go away.”

Then she tried to stab me with whatever.

Not this time, ha.

I’m not going into details, both dreams were just weird.

Second one, a bathroom explodes right in front of me, and then an hour later I’m blamed for a world catastrophe.

Everyone hates me, and I’m losing it.

I wake up after being explained for and saved from the hate.

Why am I having more nightmares?

Bad timing.

Honestly, I felt perfectly fine.

Death doesn’t affect me like that anymore.

Unless someone super close to me, like my mother, was the victim.

Then I’d be everywhere with guns and whatnot.

Anyway, I just said “Yeah,” and shrugged it off.

Next thing you know, the counselors will pop in and try to “help” me and then think I’m crazy when I tell them “I’m not affected. I didn’t know him THAT well. Kindly leave me alone.”

What was I thinking?!

I don’t even like attention like that. Gross.

My train of thought derailed.

I fell asleep..

I don’t even remember.

Had some weird dreams, waking up in pitch blackness.

“Who turned out the sun?”

Looking at the clock, I realize that it’s just late.

My sleeping schedule is ruined.

I go back to school on Monday, too.

Dang.

I asked what was up.

That means I do want to know.

It also means that I should be calling you an idiot because, apparently, you know everything I want, and don’t want, to know.

“I don’t want anyone to get worried”

Are you serious?

You’re going to display every bit of sadness you can, and you don’t want anyone to be worried?

Okay, so you just want attention.

You’re just an attention whore.

Alright, fine.

Just leave me out when actual problems arise.

To me, you’re just the kid who cried wolf.