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It's one of those days. The ones that drag on, and you look at the clock a million times all in the same minute. I'm not even sure how that's possible. As far as I'm concerned, it just is.

It's one of those days I'm not sure is quite real. Like, I'll wake up in the morning and find that I have to do this day all over again. It wasn't real. Too much of it felt like it wasn't.

But I don't know anymore.

Maybe tomorrow I won't kill my feet by wearing high heels. I'll remember that one.

I... can't remember if I ate today. I did. I know I did. But... I can't remember.

So apparently I have a "follow up" meeting with my dad and the head of the high school tomorrow at like... 12:30. I haven't skipped any classes, and I've been doing my homework. What more do they want from me? Can they ask for enthusiasm? I don't think they can, and if hey do, they aren't getting it.

It's annoying. She assumes that I have a reason in my outside life for skipping classes and things. Like, my parents are splitting up. Which they aren't but something of that proportion or something. But there isn't anything. Really. I don't know why I didn't go to those classes. I just didn't ant to deal with teachers being annoyed that I owed them things. Avoiding conflict, you know? But she assumes that there is a major reason. And then there isn't. And then she assumes that I'm just not telling her. Well, yes, I might just not be telling her. She scares me. Why would I tell her anything? But that's not the point, you know? There is no reason. I am not a mysterious kid with some psychological problem. I'm not.

Leave me the fuck alone. Why do you care?

I feel hollow.