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Tuesday, October 9, 2007, 4:46 PM
Damaged

Another bad day.

The class laughed at me just because I stood up for a friend. They said she was some idiot and couldn't do anything. That made me angry and I told them that she isn't a worthless piece of garbage. They said that I'm worthless, too. I felt terrible and tried my best not to cry. The period after that, I was crying softly. I kept wiping away the tears that rolled down my cheeks.
My friends noticed how hurt I was and told me to cheer up. Uzu and Aiko asked me what was wrong.
"Nothing," that was all I could say.

***

When school was over, I kept looking down on the floor as I walked to my locker.
I felt terrible. I had lots of homework, too. So then I couldn't go to the Art Club.
I already skipped the Art Club once because of homework, and now I have to do it again.
But I remembered promising myself that I would never skip a club again. But once I would finish my club, I wouldn't have any time to do homework. Then I had the horrible idea of quitting the Art Club.
I love art. I'd feel terrible quitting something I love.
I thought and thought about it as I quietly passed through the halls. I then made the decision to quit. I went to the art room and saw Uzu.
"Hey! Sit over here!", she called out to me.
I walked to her table and told her my decision.
"But you can't quit now!"
"I've already made my decision," I mumbled, "and there's so many things that I have to do, that I don't have the time to do this."
"But..."
"I don't want to do this, ok! But my Dad wants me to have a good education and get a good job! He wants me to help my brother. I don't want to do this, but I have to since - "
"Since your sad?"
"No."
I walked away and told the art teacher.
"Oh, leaving so soon?"
I told her my reason why I had to leave.
She understood and let me go.
As I walked out of the door, a tear fell down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, hoping no one noticed.
I kept staring at the ground as I thought that I was hurting myself.
"I'm hurting myself. I forced myself to stop doing what I love so I could just make everyone else happy," I thought. "I'm hurting myself. I'm damaging myself bit by bit.
Soon I won't take it anymore and just die."
I thought of negative thoughts as I walked home. My stomach hurt and my nose was runny. My eyes hurt a little and I thought people were staring at me.
"My eyes must be red, that's why they're staring at me."
I tried to pretend I was sick, so I started coughing. I put my hand over my mouth and kept to cough. The coughs were believable. People didn't stare and I kept walking.

I still feel depressed. I need to learn to control my feelings, which is the hardest thing for me to do. I have mood swings and I always feel bad. I desperately need help...

♥, Yuki