I looked at my phone and I didn't believe the date it was telling me. I came to trust it, but my initial reaction was that the phone was wrong.
That morning felt like Catcher in the Rye. I remember almost failing a quiz and handing it in late. When I handed it in I stood up in the middle of lecture, just walked up and gave the teacher the paper.
It must have looked really weird, but I had to hand in the paper and be done with it.
And I wrote some crazy angsty poem during that class. When the quiz was given I felt offended that my (in retrospect, awful) writing was being interrupted.
I felt very slightly paranoid. Not severely, and I knew there feelings were at least somewhat irrational, but I felt like everyone was judging me, or at least that they could be. I was sure I was perceived as creepy. In all honesty, that's quite possible. In high school (years ago) I heard someone once said they thought I was the type to do a school shoot out.
Always good to hear.
I didn't get much sleep the night before the 27th. I stopped feeling insane after I ate lunch.
I remember at one point that morning I walked by a girl I knew from last year. I glanced at her and she glanced at me. Later I fantasized that maybe she understood, I found that idea comforting.
This person I talked to a bit a year ago.
I've had many fantasies about being broken and comforted. It's something I've wanted for years. But I don't break that easy, and if I did no one would have a reason to comfort me (save maybe obligation), and I'd be too ashamed anyway.
I don't know...
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Sleepless gliding