It's 5:34 pm.
A normal time.
But I'm alone.
Desperately alone.
It's 5:35 pm.
Such a mundane time.
But I still want to die.
Still want to cry.
It's 5:36 pm.
Such a weird time to feel bad.
But I'm bad again.
Shit everything's bad again.
It's 5:37 pm.
My father is home.
But he doesn't care enough to check on me.
Doesn't care.
It's 5:38 pm.
My thoughts raging fast at this normal time.
But I don't feel like moving.
Don't feel like eating.
Don't feel like breathing.
Because it's bad again.
Oh, so bad again.
