Raz-neko-chan

'Why am I doing this?' You've been asking yourself that question for the last half hour, and no matter how many times you ask it, you don't receive an answer. Sighing, you wish your feet would stop shuffling down the hall, but they don't. You just keep trudging forward, to the cafeteria, against your will. You can't help but wonder why your feet are being so stubborn, it's really not like them, but you know that the only reason you keep moving forward is because, secretly, you want to. As the cafeteria draws near, you start fiddling with the edge of your shirt and an all too familiar uneasiness rises within you. Stopping in the doorway, you