Sitting on the steps of South Hall, and I only got two acknowledgements that I was even there, from one student and one teacher.
who the hell am I trying to kid? I don't belong here. I don't belong here. I don't think I belong anywhere.
and all that remains is me. Good ol' Kat. Who blends in with the scenery and can never manage to keep herself together.
all that remains is me. lonely me.