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Physical Education. My least favorite period. All that lazy idling gives people a chance to ask too many questions.“What’s the matter?”
One of my obvious admirers. Trying too hard, like always.
Pause. “Everything.”
Pause. “Oh.”
Another pause. “Wanna go fuck?” This one has a horrible sense of humor. I walk away, yet he follows.
Second period, U.S. history. Sixty-seven year-old Mr. Madden is going on about something called the swine flu.
I raise my hand, interrupting him in the middle of one of his ridiculous opinions.
“Er, yes?”
“Is depression a symptom?”
“Well…no, I don’t believe so.”
Then I definitely don’t have it.
Car ride home. Mom asks how my day was. Fine. That’s good.
Knock on my door. It’s my little brother.
“Hey, Sissy, wanna play a game?” I wish I could still smile like that.
“Life’s a game. And I’m already losing.”
He frowns. There are times when I really hate myself for being me.
Note to self:
You are so histrionic.
Note to self:
Yeah. What‘s your point?




