For days now, this sunken feeling hasn't left my side, bothering me. Of course, this feeling follows me everywhere, eventually becoming familiar again...

It's so disgusting how those dark eyes follow my back, whispering just loud enough for me to hear, yet glancing to see my reaction. During the break, those people who never tire of flapping their lips feel like trash bags that haven't been tied shut. I hurriedly grab my music textbook and pencil case and leave. It's like flies buzzing around, sticking and peeling off, only to crawl inside this time. The open mouth of the bag twitches, emitting a foul stench.

Without even thinking about going back to class, I open the door to the first bathroom stall I see and sit down on the cover as if collapsing. The cold sensation seeps into the bare skin of my thighs, making my legs twitch slightly. I see the white tiles on the floor with their uniform ivory patterns. Layered black shadows. I lift my gaze slightly to see my white knee socks, the blue plaid skirt, the light pink cuffs, and the tips of my pink hair falling over my shoulder. ...These are things I always wear and see, yet sometimes they feel so foreign. Occasionally. Just every now and then. Like right now.

You follow me with a short whine, looking so much more innocent and decent than the other kids. Even when you're grumbling, you speak without any hidden meaning. I know judging people like this in my head is a bad habit, but still.

'...It's not as easy as I want it to be...'