Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.
My Mind
I looked out the window. What I saw reminded me of myself. Fog. You can't see very well through fog, so it's a mystery of where you're going when you're in it. You'll never know where you'll end up. Never. If you get lost in it, you may as well stay where you are until it clears up. I'm always stuck in the mist, though. It won't clear for me. Always wandering in it, wandering where I will be when, or if, it goes away. My life, it's foggy. It really is. People seem to think I'm lucky, to have a great family, a big, beautiful house, a well obeying dog, the perfect life. Everyone envies me. What they see, though, is wrong. My life, it's not perfect. It's never been perfect. Sure, anyone would trade places with me and love the way I live. But, me, no. I just don't seem to like it.I don't know why. I just look into my mind for reasons, answers, and I see...fog. Others look into my mind and see smiles and laughing, and, perfectness. The truth is, as you may have figured out already, my life is a drag. Nothing about it is anything close to perfect. Nothing! Everyday, I wake up to a screaming in my mind. Everyday, I can't think of anything that I would like to think about. My mind always, always drifts into the mistiness of an empty valley. That is where I live. In a valley of clouds. Nothing else. No one else. Just me, the ground, and the fog. I often think about this, as I am now. I try to go deeper into my thoughts, but this is as far I've ever gotten...Ever. I feel like pulling out my hair at times, but I have enough self-control over myself that I won't. All the time, I'm day dreaming. At least that's what my family and teachers say. Not my friends. I don't have any friends. My "head is in the clouds." That's what everybody tells me. I've learned to listen and think at the same time, that way I'm not such a "weirdo." My mother calls me that, a weirdo. She even, sometimes, says she should take me to a psychologist. But I insist she doesn't. I know I don't need to go to one. All they do is charge you money to tell them your problems. Besides, I can do that for free. Plus, I knew I couldn't go to one of those money-cheating people. I need to solve this on my own. If I wanted to confide in someone about my "problems" I'd get a journal. I don't need one though. Everything I've ever said, heard, or even thought is stored in my mind. Everything since I was a year and a half. I remember everything I look at, everything I touch. I remember. I just can't sort through it all. I've tried. Believe me. I've tried.
A/N: I just edited it, since there were a few mistakes. Hope you enjoyed it!