I'm gone.

Today classes were just a hurdle to jump over so I could read.
I hardly heard anything that left my teacher's mouths. I'm sure at least one of them caught my dazed expression or my blank stare that fixated on the dirty carpet for minutes at a time.
I have to struggle to catch my breath when I think of him or open the book.

It's safe to say that I've lost it. And I never wish to return to whatever reality I was previously living in.