Texts, Texts and vents

As Kuma walks down the hallway, he starts to have experience something he calls "Indepth". As he walks, he slowly starts to get deeper and deeper into his mind and starts dreaming. he's phone is blowing up and his notifications get louder and louder. He tries to cover his ears with his hands but it doesn't seem to be working. After a minute he just decides to look at his phone to just stop all of this madness.

He looks at his notifications and they are all from different people, some people he knows, some people he isn't really well acquainted with, and even some people he doesn't know at all. He scrolls up on his phone and it just seems neverending, like a void that never ends. He opens his messages and so many things popped up..

*Hey! I know I haven't texted you in so long but do you mind if you could just listen to what I need to say?*

*Do you mind if I vent to you rn?*

*can I please vent*

*I need your advice with something*

*I really just want to di#*

*I just cut myself again.. please help me*

*Hopefully you are having a great day!! but I'm really sorry to ask you this if you are, can I-*

*Can I-*

*Please help-*

*why-*

*Come on, let me-*

*DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS-*

*I can't believe you won't help m-*

" Can you please, can you please, it never ends, It never... stops.." Kuma says as he looks at his phone.

I'm that type of person, yes, the kind, the one that gives advice, and the therapist. This can become so overbearing sometimes..

I let people vent to me and just let them tell me their problems. Of course I don't mind people doing that, if I can help someone in anyway, I will do it. And because I let people talk to me about their problems, I end up gaining their trust and also learning about what they have been through, and just comforting them if I can. Even though I can read people's minds, It really doesn't mean that I know EVERYTHING about them.

Sometimes I wonder if the things that people have been through are a good thing? It has made them into the person they are now. Although I have no clue if they are a good or bad person. That's in people's minds and what they think about themselves, I don't know how people genuinely feel about themselves, although I wish I could. I Don't even know if I'm a good or bad person, I don't know if the things I have been through are good because of how I act now and how I express myself.

Kuma snaps out of his dream and ends up being infront of his classroom.

"I almost forgot I had class, good thing I'm early I guess" Kuma says as he sits down at the long oval spaced desk and puts his headphones in his ear and puts his head down.

"All I have to do is wait"