She hates me.
It's okay. I hate myself too.
Why do I display my thoughts to people?
I should just be a block.
This is why I hate expressing my feelings.
Oh well.
Sometimes I wish I could fly away.
Birds can fly away when they want to.
I'm stuck here.
I just wish my life didn't matter.
Then I could take it away.
But even I know people depend on me.
I know people could actually be sad when I'd be gone.
But I don't know for how long.
I think my sister would would become farther into depression.
She's probably the one who'd take it the worst.
I have really good friends. They'd be pretty sad too.
And my mom would be all alone. It's ironic because I used to tell my mom not to die.
She's old.
*sigh*
I need to do homework.
But I don't want to.
Maybe this is all a dream
and I'm a bird
and I can fly away.
I hate the reality train.
So
Idk
