Walking down these white walls was always a dreadful experience. No emotion to it. Each color has an emotion it provokes on people.

Red the color of anger. Black the color of depression. Yellow, happiness.

But after all the years I have seen the color white, I've felt empty, still do to this day.

White makes me think of what society would like us to become. Flawless, no impurities. 

I'm probably just overthinking this because I'm bored. usually, I listen to music while I walk to class but I forgot them. Sucks to be me, heh.

Once I get to my classroom, to my surprise, it's empty. LiKe I dIDn'T sEe ThAt CoMiNg. I guessed that there wouldn't be any people in here, but I didn't expect to see literally anything. But here we are with no chairs, no desks, no teacher.

My day just keeps getting worse and worse. But, hey, the floor's comfortable.