Nothing. I can't concentrate on drawing and I could care less what the teacher is saying.Man.. I haven't been eating and drinking like I should.I look at my hands and how pale they've gotten.And my body is weaker than usual.But somehow I don't care.I like to look around the room and see how the kids have arranged themselves to sit away from me.I'm alone and I don't mind it.But then again I do.I hate being alone.And I hate that I hate being alone.It makes me weak.Right?It buries me alive.I claw and claw my way up.Trying to get to the surface.Someone please notice me!I'm still here. It all ends in vain.But it's not so bad.It's not like drowning