Bambii's diary

in Reflections14 days ago

Day 2

Hi, Diary.

Good morning.

I woke up not too long ago, still in school, but I haven’t gotten over what happened yesterday. The thought of going back to my hostel terrifies me—I feel like I’ll be terribly bullied. It’s 3 a.m., and I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel happy.

I came to school to read, but I can’t even concentrate because of everything weighing on my mind. I don’t want this hostel incident to ruin my academics. I don’t want to fail. But where do I even start? I don’t know what to read. Maybe I should look up some past questions online—at least that’s a start.

There’s a girl who has been sitting here reading for hours. Something about her dedication makes me feel oppressed. But no, I refuse to be oppressed.

And then there’s church. I don’t even feel like going anymore, not after everything that happened.

Maybe I should just take a walk home. It’s 3:22 a.m. now—everywhere will be dark and quiet. Dangerous, even. But honestly? At this point, I don’t care. It almost feels like the world has had enough of me.

I’ll be back.

Good morning.

I woke up not too long ago, still in school, but I haven’t gotten over what happened yesterday. The thought of going back to my hostel terrifies me—I feel like I’ll be terribly bullied. It’s 3 a.m., and I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel happy.

I came to school to read, but I can’t even concentrate because of everything weighing on my mind. I don’t want this hostel incident to ruin my academics. I don’t want to fail. But where do I even start? I don’t know what to read. Maybe I should look up some past questions online—at least that’s a start.

There’s a girl who has been sitting here reading for hours. Something about her dedication makes me feel oppressed. But no, I refuse to be oppressed.

And then there’s church. I don’t even feel like going anymore, not after everything that happened.

Maybe I should just take a walk home. It’s 3:22 a.m. now—everywhere will be dark and quiet. Dangerous, even. But honestly? At this point, I don’t care. It almost feels like the world has had enough of me.

I’ll be back.