Katrina Nguyen

i have this on going dialog in my head, almost as if it’s a story. as i walk into campus, my mind starts to wander, i find little sentences to describe what i feel, how i am, and what i see. i always wonder what my story would be like in the case that i had a book or story with an omniscient narration. as i am doing this, the tiniest realization of things pop into my mind. i noticed, here, i have nothing to lose. but over there, at that certain place, i would have the world to gain. the cold morning wind hits my face as i walk against it. my hands become numb, and i regret not bringing an extra jacket. i begin to take longer strides in haste. “great,” i think, the day hasn’t even began, but i want to go home already. sighing, i start thinking again. there is no answer to this question, no result to this experiment, and no reaction to this process, i am done. i have never felt so alone in a crowded place as i do now.  there is nobody that in the least interests me, i don't care.  I just want to go home. I just want to get out of here. i hate everyone.