Dear diary,

 Today I kept on noticing this random guy staring at me. He almost talked to me but I was thankfully saved by the teacher telling me to help out another student. It kept happening over and over and over. I almost let him talk to me but suddenly he stopped, he almost approached me at lunch but when I sat with Clover he gave the boy a mean look and he left me alone for the rest of the day. I believe Clover thought he was helping me but I really was curious what he was going to ask about. I guess I'll never know. About the thing with Clover, it's not getting any better, in fact I think it might be getting worse. He's been caring less about what I want and more what he thinks I should want. The more I care the more likely he doesn't, It's tiring. It's as if him and I are on other sides of a piece of glass and I'm screaming but he can't read my lips. The only thing I can do is read and write as much as possible to escape reality. I try to imagine I'm in the world, I try to imagine life is the way  it is portrayed. I feel like I'm drowning and the air I breathe isn't real, simply temporary happiness, causing me to think I'm breathing, thriving maybe, but I'm slowly dying, and I can do nothing. I have no idea, really.

                 -your currently drowning friend, Aura.