It's hard being strange

I know it shouldn't get to me, but it does.
The fact that no one realized or acknowledged my absence yesterday.
The fact that no one cared if I was or wasn't in class yesterday.
No one, not one person was concerned or thought anything of me being gone
I only have a handful of people I would consider my best friends
And one's gone away and the other I can't stand to be around.
And the one's that aren't my friends find me strange. I can tell.
It's hard being strange.

My forgetfulness is getting worse.
Its much more than misplacing simple things.
I am starting to black-out; I am on auto-pilot and I hate not having control
I am spacing out constantly
losing EVERYTHING - not an exaggeration
it's one of my symptoms of my newly diagnosed anxiety.
Over-focused Anxiety they call it.
I need sleeeeeeeppp, but at the same time I need better grades.
I need help.
I need a break.

I need Camp Hardtner.
 meep