No reply. That doesn’t surprise me. Considering people that have known me for years don’t care, I don’t expect complete strangers to. I’ve gotten used to it.

Why am I like this?

We’ve been over this.

I wasn’t asking you.

Then who were you asking?

No one.

That’s right. Because no one is here. No one.

You don’t think I know that?

I just like saying it.

“Shut up!”

Oh my God, I said something. Something out loud. Are they staring? Are they freaked out? Oh God, I need to get out of here. Gathering my books, I walk with my face down, like I always am.

Bang! Down goes the books.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.”, I say falling to my knees to get back to the plan. I had gotten so used to this it took me awhile to realize that the person was actually apologizing.

“Here.”, the book knocker says.

“Thanks.”, I say grabbing the outdated English book, the first time I see the guy.

Whoever this guy is he must not know what everyone else knows.