Dear Stranger,
Everyday I am at school I remember why I hate it so much. I'm not interested in any subjects. It's a torture. Every single minute of it. I don't like my teachers. I don't know why. Some of them are actually quite nice. I think don't like them because I associate them with school. I feel so lost. I don't know how to survive this schoolyear. I remember when dad wasn't at home and I headed off to the bus station. After a few minutes, it was still dark outside, I called mum.
Me: „Do I have to go to school?"
Mum: „Why?"
Me: „I don't know I'm just..." Then I started crying. I hate school, there's nothing I ever hated more in my entire life.
Me: „I don't know i just don't want to!"
Mum: „OK come home."
I walked back in the dark. At home I talked with her. She said I have to go to school. There's no other option. I feel pain. I don't know why.
I don't know.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
„Numbling the pain for a while will
make it worse when you finally feel it."
That's so true . I remember, I held back the pain for months. Then it hit me like a bullet out of a gun. It hurted so bad. No physical pain is so strong. I cried for hours. I thought of her and I wanted to hurt myself again. I honestly don't know if I did but I think so. I was screaming quiet. I digged my nails in my arm to feel the physical pain so the mental pain is not that strong.
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Story Of Another Me
Ficțiune adolescențiAbout the book: Casta is the latin word for innocent.We are all innocent children. We all grow up and realize that the world is a cruel place. Casta writes letters to an imaginary stranger. The letters describe how Casta feels about school, death, p...
