We're in a classroom, and of course, there are classmates. The catch is, why doesn't it feel like I'm there with them?
alone, anime, and sad image

I'm sitting around all of these people my age, aren't I? There is no one older than me, unless you mean by a few months while putting the teacher aside. There is definitely no one younger than me, unless as stated before, they are by a few months.

I'm at school, and I'm in a class where I am supposed to be snuggly fitting in. I am awake. Yes, I am awake. This is no dream whatsoever. No way am I dead.

Darn.

Yet why does it feel like I'm not really me?

Oh.

There we go.

My eyes roam over the faces of my peers — fair skin, tan skin, freckled skin or dark skin paired with either blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, hazel eyes — and words jump from their gestures. Their smiles. What comes out from their mouths as either laughter or squeaks of embarrassment follow. They shine with sassiness, sweetness, enthusiasm, coolness —

Aaaaaaand, I'm scowling.

Wipe it off. You won't set a good impression.

What am I trying to be?

No, don't be that way.

Don't be what way?

Don't start comparing yourself to other people, especially with their personalities and yours. You are your own person.

A/N: More like a reminder to myself, the thing written in bold... It's also an immensely rough draft of something that has happened more than once for me: comparing myself with others. I would pretty this up, but I'm lazy. Next time, I can and will explain more clearly.