Nothing exists anymore. School doesn’t exist. Home doesn’t exist. I don’t know if I exist. I probably don’t. Nothing I do in school will do anything because I won’t get far enough for it to have an impact, and it’s not even real in the first place. All that I can trust to be real is my bed, my friends, and the pain in my arm. It’s not life, just a video game on hard mode. School is a distraction from home, and home is a distraction from school. These emotions might not be real. I might be forcing myself to feel them so that people are concerned for me. Maybe the previous sentence exists to make this more believable. Maybe the art skills I’ve achieved are all in my head, as well s the positive feedback. Is the empathy I feel for others fake, only existing to make me believe I’m a better person? I don’t even know if the fear is real anymore. I just want to lie back and do nothing
