Face your problems
The world was gray in a sense.
There was muffled laughter around me; people enjoying themselves.
It was a festival.
A festival.
Laughter.
Merry.
And fun.
Then why the hell did I feel this way?
Why the hell did I feel like crying?
Why the hell did I feel like killing myself?
Marg hadn't even seen the message, let alone send a reply.
I smiled. I didn't know why.
I just walked, not looking ahead.
My feet dragged.
They didn't want to walk.
But they had to.
I had to.
I didn't look ahead, just below.
People moved aside.
Whispers.
I could hear faint whispers.
People were probably talking behind my back. I couldn't hear them: no, I didn't hear them.
Well, what was new, I guess?
I still smiled.
I didn't know why.
***
Before long, I was already at the edge of the academy, bout to head out.