small vent.

I feel agitated. The world goes on fine without me. Even if I don’t step ahead… nothing changes. I wake up, go to school, study, have lunch, study, have dinner… It’s just an endless cycle. I don’t know why I’m going to classes. Or why I’m even getting up in the first place. What meaning is there to my grief? Will I feel this way forever? Ugh.. I don’t think there’s even a grip for me to get.