I'm tired, I am so very tired of living. I'm alone with my thoughts. I'm angry at the world, and my family, and myself. My face hurts, thanks to my brother for hitting me and giving me multiple bruises. He is 30 and I'm 16, what's wrong with him.
Sometimes breathing hurts, when I walk short distances I used to walk to and from with ease. That's when I regret smoking. My lungs are damaged, like the rest of me, my skin, my mind, my heart, I am broken. I can't be fixed. I've made my peace with that. I know I will die this way, and alone.
I miss my friends. So much.
