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Metamorphosis: Chapter 8    

I feel weighed down. How can I get up and face the day if I might be mentally ill? Heeeeeelp!!!!

 

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wake up, and it’s all sunshine and roses; nothing is bothering me. At least not for the first ten seconds. Then I remember what I was thinking yesterday and I am horrified. I am so normal, I do not have a mental illness! Or do I?! Help! What will my friends think of me?

I feel weighed down. How can I get up and face the day if I might be mentally ill? Heeeeeelp!!!!

I cannot handle this. I hide under my blanket.

Then I decide that since I’m fine now, it must’ve been a passing thing. I’ll go on and live my life as if nothing ever happened, ’cuz nothing really did.

I’m a little worried that it will come back. Scratch that — a lot worried. I decide to do my best to distract myself and not think about it. It doesn’t work so well. I feel like I’m walking around with a metal ball chained to my leg that won’t come off no matter how hard I pull it.

I’m holding a pile of text books (math, literature, and history), and thinking of the even pile of homework awaiting me at home, when I trip. Everything goes flying. I stand up, gather my stuff, and continue going. I’m halfway down the steps when I remember that the books all landed on someone’s bag and loose-leaf, which may have been damaged. I panic. If the loose-leaf binding cracked then it’s my responsibility to pay for a new one, but I don’t know if it did, and I don’t even know whose it is.

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