Journal 2.

"I'm disgusted, don't even look at me right now!" He screamed at his reflection in the tiny crooked mirror sightly above the bathroom sink.
"Go away, I can't take you; I can't take anything anymore!" He hollered once again, hoping that he himself would disappear.
Bob is a struggling college freshman, lost around the huge campus of the famous "Farmer's College" In the striving melting pot of New York City. His feelings about this new life outside of the old grade school routine are clearly shown by his moping around the school.
"Man, what's wrong with that dude? He's like a robot or something," He'd hear a couple of girls say, but that wasn't even the worst of it.
"What's wrong with that guy? He's definitely one of them, "emos" that hang around the skater parks. I mean come on, look at him, check out that long face, he's probably gonna go home and be cuttin' himself after precalc!" He heard others usually snicker while walking past, as if he couldn't hear.
Though he visibly hated their comments, he couldn't blame them. He knew about the faces he put on, the frown, eyebrows glewed down to the bridge of his nose. He knew he wasn't normal, well, at least in the eyes of everyone else.