dear jonathan,
its monday
today and
you
were
absent
for a
week
and i
sort of
miss
you.
its 2am
now,
nearly
5 hours
before
school starts
and
i am
surrounded
by darkness
more than
i am
even surrounded
by people.
sometimes
we need
to realize
that in
hard times
we choose
how we
want to
feel
about
certain things.
and that
"certain
thing"
is
you.
i'm
looking
for answers
jonathan
but it
leads to
more questions.
and sometimes
i'm better
off not
knowing.
god why
am i
ranting
like an
idiot
here?
you'll
never read
this anyway
so whats the point?
you wouldn't
care if
i died
would you?
nobody will
care.
everyone is
selfish.
people only do
things if
it benefits them,
whether its
physical, mentally
or even sexually.
everyone wants
to be perfect
but god didn't
create us
to be perfect.
its what
makes us
human.
they all
crave for
attention.
they want
to be somebody,
not a nobody
like me.
but its okay.
i'm used
to it.
society taught me
that.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Novela Juvenilquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]