i don't think my family even cares that i'm dying. not that i want it to be a huge deal but when they make fun of me because well, i'm less of a human, it hurts. and instead of crying in front of them, i run to my room and slam the door because i know if i cry in front of them, they'll only make fun of me and call me a baby.
i'm sorry i'm weak and dying. i didn't ask for this though. i didn't ask for any of it.
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