She doesn’t recognize me anymore

The bad days are coming back. All the ghosts of the past are haunting me again. When I was isolated in my room no one can harm me, except myself, and that was happening. But when I decided to come out and breathe a little, I suddenly found myself surrounded by them. They’re not fucking with my mind, but it is high school again. Their hatred for everyone who doesn’t fit doesn’t bother me anymore, but the simple contact with all these losers left a bad taste of stagnation on my mouth. And she still doesn’t look to me.