Britney

Lately my life feels like a hazy memory, like almost everything has already happened once, then melted and reformed as a facsimile of its former self. Few things feel worth noticing, because every day casts the same gray shadow over me. School drains me on a daily basis and gives me nothing in return. Everything feels like it is hellbent on isolating me no matter what I do or say.

I have a group of friends that I really like and some classmates that I talk to, but everything else—my teachers, the environment, most of the people I know—feels so fake it is beyond fake. I feel trapped. ♦