In school we had a netball match.
I was playing fine, my team was losing and it was weighing me down a little.
I got hit in the face twice by the ball.
I somehow tripped over my own feet while trying to catch the ball.
I'm not very good at netball.
But I remember this, and it scares me a little.
When I was falling everything was slow motion, the ball went to the other team, I scraped my knee and hands.
I wanted to lay there. I wanted to stay on the ground and be trampled on like a doormat. It was a relief being on the ground, I just kinda let everything go, nothing was a problem anymore.
But it didn't last very long. When I tried to get up, the weight of all my responsibilities and problems piled onto my back. It got hard to breath when I peeled myself from the ground. It was so peaceful down there. Only when I got up did I realize what happened, both my knees and hands were bleeding, I didn't feel it before.
"I'm fine"
8:08
What is the point of sharing my feelings with my best friend?
When I tell her I want to: cry, scream, die, she doesn't give it much thought.
I spend so much time caring for her and supporting her, but I don't feel any want from her, does she even need me?
I am useless. She doesn't need me.
I always told her: "you die, I die".
But now it's more like:
"I die and you forget me"
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Lacrimo
ContoMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
