Trapped
The worst thing about being on campus, minus the constant verbal harassment/fearing for my life/lack of things to do is having nowhere to escape. When I would get depressed or angry at my house, I would go outside and sit on the driveway. The stars were always so clear and beautiful from there, and I would sit out there with a blanket and think until I calmed down.
Here, there’s no place to go.
So I sit on my bed with both headphones in and pretend I’m looking at the stars instead of my computer screen.
