People thought she liked them, they were wrong.
She envied the way people live the way they did, when she was stuck with what she had to fend for herself.
No one needed to know how she really felt, and no one would care anyway. She thought that anyone thinking the way she did was amazing. The thought of someone thinking that they were as worthless as she was, like they were just some small speck of dust brushed under the mat made her head spin. She was sure that she was the only one in this world that was as crazy as she was... So all her problems were kept in as she didn't want people to think she was crazy even know the thoughts that she kept in were the things that were clawing the way out making the crazy soon spill out, it was just a matter of when
Her perspective
Crazy. That's all I could pinpoint it on. I was going crazy. This thought, although scary as it is, it made me smile. I'll just quickly look up the definition to clarify my hypothesis -to be in an uncontrollable mental state- yep that's me.
I didn't bother to say goodbye to mum today, I didn't want her to beg me to eat again so I just quietly made my way to the bus stop. But, today, I was crazy so I stopped before I got to the bus stop. I didn't want to go to school today, so, I won't.
BECAUSE... I WAS CRAZY... REMEMBER???
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How to save a mess worth saving
Short StoryA mess, in the form of a young 13 year old girl. Can she go threw life happy or is it just a placebo, a hallucination, a death wish...