The last day of summer holidays is like the very worst Sunday Blues, mixed with a touch of lamented morning. And a kick to the balls.
I walk around with a blank expression, looking at the ground and sighing a lot. I wear black and veil my smiles if I see or hear anything humorous. I like depressing music because it gives me direction.
I want others to know I am sad.
I feel like I've been asked to do some role-playing and the little slip of paper I pulled from the session leader's hat says, "emo". Cool. I can do that.
I also tend to clutch at my crotch and wince in pain whenever I'm asked to do anything.
Right before school starts, through no fault of my own, it seems the teacher reverts to a child.
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