School bus graveyard one shots

I want my mom. - Aiden

Why do I never have good luck.

I ve hated myself ever since the age of eight.

Fucking eight.

I've hated when my parents left me alone in a too big house.

I've hated when I had to my friends.

I hate when I become another face in the crowd.

When I become a side character in my own life.

I don't like how I've spent my life, sad, lonely, misunderstood, abandoned.

I hate how my features represented those who left me alone my entire life, so I did anything I could to change them.

But suddenly, I don't even feel like myself anymore. In fact, I don't even LIKE myself anymore.

I've grown to adjust to whoever and whatever was around me so they were comfortable. I've learned my opinions don't matter much to others. I've learned to breathe and move on, because I don't have the guts to end my miserable life.

Thoughts if regret and misery race around in my head.

I just want somebody to give me a hug. I want somebody to sit here with me and tell me that I am in fact cherished, that I am deserving of love.

Except it's hard to change a fact that I've grown used to.

My parents don't care.

Ben has gotten closer with our friends, and suddenly I feel like I'm falling behind.

They aren't even my friends, they're people who I've been forced to fight side by side with.

Even then, I thought 'hey why not try to make this better for everybody!' I pushed MY. Feelings aside for people who don't even care about me.

I've grown up with the fact that I don't get a proper opinion, I don't get to make choices of my own without effecting people greatly.

And it's worse when I realize that what I crave is attention from the ones who I've been neglected from.

Because as I'm sobbing my eyes out, the dirty floor of my room itching beneath my skin, I only think about one thing.

I want my mom.

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I May or May not have sobbed writing this! Erm..

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