Hope Came With Wings

It was still slightly sprinkling as I started on my walk home. School was hell, like any other day. I'm sure it would've been different if I still had friends, but they all abandoned me by now. Or maybe I abandoned them...I don't know. I really don't care. Doesn't make a difference.

It use to upset me when I thought about how they had better lives now without me. I'd get all frustrated with myself for not talking to them. What was I suppose to do, pretend like nothing happened and beg them to be my friends again? No, I don't do things like that. I'd rather just go without friends. No reason to make a fool of myself, it would only make things worse.

They say high school is suppose to get better after freshman year is over. I don't see how. I mean, it's not terrible, creative writing is a fun class. Probably just cause Ms.Mills rocks and writing is the only thing i'm good at, but whatever. Everyone else just ignores me now. It's like, i'm still the weird, psychotic, quiet girl, but no one really makes fun of me anymore. Atleast, not to my face. It sucks knowing people talk about me behind my back, but hey, i've got nothing to prove to them so to hell with it. Doesn't matter.

No one cares anymore, why the hell should I?

I just drown in my music, writing, art, anything that will distract me. It works while i'm awake, sadly it doesn't stop the nightmares.
I don't know if anything ever will...