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I should be working on my essay
I haven't even finished the first page'
its due at 1:30
its 12:40
I am *******
All I can think is
Do you remember those giant erasers?
You know, the ones we played with in elementary school?
No?
Okay, well just imagine a normal eraser, but HUGE. Bigger than your hand! Just do that, for me, for just one second.
Anyways, one December I was playing with my friends and for Christmas Sandy got one--
                                   --Are you imagining?
And she pretending to erase me, at first I laughed
but as the day went on everyone went along with it
they all acted as if I was invisible. As if I hadn't ever existed. I cant recall if I cried but it got to the point that I started to believe it. To question my reality, if I ever really existed, and obviously I did, do, but then I asked myself... If they could so easily let me go, let me disappear? Did any of this, did they, did I, did we even matter?
                                                                  "What are we getting at here?"
"That's it,"
                                                                   "That was the big ******?"
"Yup."
                                                    "Geez, but like what happened next?"
"Well,"
                                                                     "Mhmmm?"
"the next day I existed."
                                                               "Oh,"
"Disappointed?"

                                         "Kind of, I thought thered be a conclusion..."

"Nope,"

                       "Hey, don't you have an essay due in like 30 minutes?"
"****."