My head is in a thick fog of recurrent questions they echo constantly, persistently. I grow weary of the future. I am terrified. I have tried again and again and again to express what I’m feeling it’s difficult when you’re met with indifference and words of discouragement. The constant reminder that I should be grateful for what I have that I should be grateful that I’m here but I feel so lost so alone… it doesn’t matter how much I scream and cry I’m met with words of stop crying. Why are you crying? There’s no reason for you to cry. Let me give you a reason to cry. I expressed that during the spring semester of school I was constantly in my room alone studying.It consumed my whole being and for the mere words of another person saying oh no that person is failing that class because they’re out partying, out smoking, out doing drugs, they’re out. But instead of being out I was in my room studying and studying and contemplating what is my purpose? why am I doing this? WHY? WHY? WHY? A single question stands out from all of them do I belong here in this world that has ravaged my whole being… the question grasp so tightly.