Not a Dream | DNF

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Song recommendation: How to build a home - The cinematic orchestra
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This school year, I found new friends and it was great. Whenever I was with them I felt like I could be myself. They distracted me from my thoughts which helped a lot. When I was with them I felt happy they were different and similar in a lot of ways.

Wilbur was the one that I was closest to. He always made my day and played or sang us something new he wrote. We talked a lot and chatted a lot.

Niki was so caring and nice that you couldn't possibly not be happy around her. She always reminded me of a ball of light. She always succeeded in making me feel better if I was down and always showed me the positive sides of life.

Tommy was the youngest but that didn't matter cause he was also the funniest. Even if you were having the worst day he could make you laugh with his dumb jokes and funny arguments with Wilbur.

And Tubbo, he was the one that would always be there for you and also the one that would calm down Tommy. Tubbo wasn't his real name but it was kinda like a nickname I guess. He was the person that would notice if someone felt left behind and would go and talk with them. Which is what I liked about him the most.

We would hang out in school and also most nights in discord. They were the people that made me feel good and happy. With them I forgot the bad things in the world and just have fun.

Well that was until I got the news that would change my life.
One day my mum called me down to talk. I thought they were just gonna yell at me again for a bad mark or maybe tell me how I am so lazy. So i just swallowed and went down stairs. When I did I was not expecting what was about to be said.

My parents were sat at the table waiting for me. They told me my father got promoted and will be moved to a newly built office that they had made a couple weeks ago. My whole world crumbled when they told me that the office was in America. And that we will be moving to America in two weeks.

That night I locked myself in my room with my thoughts only. All night I was just thinking about what will happen. That night I realized I wouldn't be able to be with my friends, the only thing that helped me when i was down.

In less than a week I sat in my empty room trying to remember every little thing about it. It was the room where I grew up and stayed in the best and worst moments of my life.

10 hours after that I was in my new room filled with boxes full of stuff. I was tired and jet lagged so I went to bed early. The next week went by fast. I had been going one box at a time, putting stuff away.

Today I am so done with everything that i am planning on soon ending my miserable life. It's not like someone will care. My parents were never the ones to notice me or what I did. And now my friends wouldn't even know if i just stopped existing.
So here I am writing some shit journal like it's gonna be best fucking selling book.