Everyone is throwing insults around because they think it's cool; they don't care who they hurt. Everyone has to put up a wall of ice and stone, a wall that no one can climb over. Sarcasm. Hate. Stress. During my first class of the day, all I want to do is go home. No one understands me. I'm told that everyone hates me. In my head I make a list of everyone I know who likes me, and that list doesn't seem to be long enough. The so-called "popular" people laugh at me. The sports fanatics laugh at me. I'm told I'll never make it. I'm told that I can't do it. It's enough to make me cry, but I've decided that I've cried too much. I've cried more in the past year than in my entire life. I will never cry again, I tell myself.
I go home, and despite telling myself that I wouldn't cry, that's exactly what I do. I sit in my room among the manga drawings and pages of book ideas, tears streaming down my face. I look at my drawings, wishing that I could be in the characters' world.
It's clear to everyone that I've been crying, but no one says anything about it. Things go as normal: I run into a wall, everyone laughs, I drop my bo staff on my toes, everyone laughs, I fall after attempting a back kick, everyone laughs. But this time, I'm laughing with them. Someone starts a newspaper fight, and everyone is throwing crushed newspaper at everyone. We're all screaming and laughing. I'm crying again, but this time because I'm laughing so hard. No one tells me I'm terrible. No one tells me I'm hopeless.
The moral? It gets better. If there's a place where you know nothing but stress and hate, there's always a place where there's happiness.
Peace for the world,
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- Lahash -
Also known as Samurai
Est. January 2014
Author of the Path of Legends series - coming 2020!
"Fear not in this Time of Chaos, this War of Darkness. For on the horizon, there shines a light, a light brighter than any before . . ."