I'm starting to get better. I still need the breathing tube and a few other assistants. I'll be fine. I have enough strength to write and breathe. Eating isn't much of a struggle but they say I'm going to need physical therapy. Doesn't sound so bad if I could function like a normal person. I brought this upon myself. Sierra visited me today. Though she just stood there stroking her hair the entire tone. She was probably laughing internally because everyone's gonna laugh how I can't even kill myself properly. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm just a kid no one cares about. I guess it doesn't matter if I make it out or not. I'll just be forgotten either way.
On the bright side I don't have to do any of the homework I missed because of what happened to me... Even though it's my fault.
I keep waking up to more and more cards in my room. They all look different but have the same calligraphy s on the front of them. I wonder who sent them. It's probably a hospital volunteer who does it because it's "the right thing to do".
I just want to suffer alone. I don't care about the cards. There's no emotion behind them. Just empty shells of what's supposed to be right and wrong. I can hear Sierra beating herself up outside my room. I wonder what's wrong but I didn't say anything. It's not any of my business anyways. It's not like we were ever friends in the first place. Just people forced to work together. She always volunteered first to be my partner, it was weird because she never said anything to me when we worked. Mostly just the numbers and I fos we needed for the labs we did.
I guess someone has to work with the weird kid with the gender confused parent and she just so happen to be willing to do so. I'll write more tomorrow my arm is sore... I just gotta take this all day by day.
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Day to Day
Teen FictionJacob Yolkel is a normal kid with family issues. But as time progresses things progressively get worse. Will he be able to get through It all or will he snap under the pressure.
