Year 4. Early March

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Seeing happy faces plastered on the face of every kid here makes me depressed.

Why can't my life be that fun? Why can't my life be as good as Lucy's?

Why do I have such a bad bad bad father?

Who would never comes home when we need him.

Who never NOT USE EXCESSIVE FORCE ON MOM WHEN HE WANTS SOMETHING INSTEAD OF TRYING TO WORK FOR IT HIMSELF?

Why am I born as the only child?

I have no one else to share the exact same feeling because even if I told someone about this, I bet nobody cares.

My relatives don't even want to have anything to do with us. They just shut us off because we are troubled.

Life is unfair. I am only eleven and this is all just too much.

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