I don't understand.
Friends.
Enemies.
Hate.
Graphs.
Orange.
Life.
Love.
Blood.
Anything.
There's no one here to explain.
I'm getting sick
Of the not-knowing.
I sometimes
Feel
Like I'm drowning in it.
I sometimes
Feel
That it'll consume me.
I sometimes
Feel
Numb.
Like a Nothing.
A Nobody.
A Freak.
I don't understand.
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ASK YOURSELF in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity..." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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Love. I don't get what it's about. Maybe the snobs at school aren't the thick ones. Some of them must understand it. Maybe it's me who's ignorant.
What a predicament.