Im out of ways to name these things

Last night (I know not why) I felt that who I was had disappeared from my heart like a misplaced coin . As one could imagine, going to school while trying to reconstruct my ego was a terrible experience 

There's a few silver linings to my storm. The work was easy enough to do, and the guy on the bus i almost tolerate (that's the best way to our relation) didn't sit next to me. I also seem to still hold the title of sharpest rubberband shooter I've ever seen ever.

There's something more I want to say but I don't know what it is. How rude of myself to withhold knowledge from myself