Zoned Out

It’s been about a year now? Maybe a little less. It sucks, trust me. I told a teacher once and she told me that she sometimes feels the same and that I should get used to it. If there is a polite way to tell someone to fuck off, that’s probably it. Anyway, I hate it; it’s like an enhanced version of ADD. Nothing makes sense; you mix things all over the place. It feels surreal all the time, like if you’re never really comfortable anywhere, not even your house. Things don’t look particularly fast or slow, they are just there.
Concentrating in just one thing is a bitch; classes are like an endless series of questions of What the hell are you saying? They say I always look sleepy, without a care in the world, but most of the time that’s not the reason I look that way. I look that way because I’m scared, confused, out of place everywhere I go, even when it doesn’t look that way. It sucks, trust me.