Luke was in a coma. He had been for 27 days. 6 of those days I had been too, and now I wish more than anything that I still was. Oh how this life sucked. Oh how miserable and exhausting it was. This life is not how I wished it was, but it is what I deserved. I deserved to feel pain, misery, loneliness. I was awful. I deserved to be where Luke was, not him. Hell, I deserved to be dead. It would make a lot more people happier than they are now. I deserved to be hooked up to machines and wires coming out of everywhere. I deserved to be disconnected from the rest of the world, not Luke. He had people that cared, and those people who care about him are the opposite towards me.
~~~~~~~~~~~
wAS THIS BETTER?
NO?
OKAY.
