dear ivo,
i cried myself to sleep last night. i had no reason to; well, my reason was so small compared to the problems of others. i felt guilty being sad, knowing that someone out there had it worst but i couldn't stop myself, ivo. i just couldn't.
not even until beth came in and rubbed my back and sang my favourite song. not even when she gave me my favourite kind of tea and stayed up with me throughout the night, talking. i couldn't stop crying and it felt horrible to break down after all those years of keeping my feelings bottled up inside.
i felt so guilty.
truly,
teddy.
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truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Teen Fictionalbert einstein once asked a question that sometimes makes me hazy: "am I or the others crazy?" [lowercase intended] [completed] . loosely based off of past experiences . . all rights reserved copyright @ unbirthdays 2014