I came out of the headmaster's office and again found myself deep in thought.
Not worrying?
Yeah, no, I was still worrying regardless.
I always worried. I worried for my future, I worried for our future and I worried for everything else. Sometimes I felt like a hypocrite which I probably was.
Anyway- with all that done, I didn't have anything else to do. I didn't have anything else to use and distract my mind.
Life really was weird.
People were rebuilding, some were still wailing, complaining and here I was just, staring out the damn terrace and feeling sorry for myself.
"Why do we continue to exist?" And why the hell was I saying it aloud on the frigging terrace of the third floor?
Did I really want sympathy that badly?
Well too bad myself, because there was no one around.
Basically, he's running away. Though sooner or later, he'll have to face reality, whether he likes it or not.