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4 Little Questions

Isabelle

8:30 again. I hate 8:30, yet I love 8:30.
8:30 brings night. Sometimes, I wish night didn’t exist. If it didn’t exist, neither would that lonely feeling. Hell, who am I kidding? It never goes away. I hate this feeling, just an empty feeling. I don’t want to do anything. All I do is sit and stare at the ceiling. No eating, no drinking. Not even TV or books, no friends. Sometimes, I listen to music. Mostly I do nothing. I should be calling it my fake smile rehearsal…but I’m never alone so I can’t do that. I can always improve my look of utter boredom. I still have to look a teeny bit attentive though.

What happened to me?
What happened to him?
What happened to us?
What did I do?




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