dear ivo,
school started two days ago. i wasn't allowed to go. can you guess who said i couldn't? yep; doctor bell.
i was really starting to hate that guy. he was nice to me before and then BAM! i accidentally threw a knife at him and it accidentally cut his arm, and now he's acting like i killed his whole family. it's not like i tried to hit him; i didn't even see him. he can't blame me; it was all the boy in black's fault.
but i still can't leave the hospital. i don't even think mum's trying to get me out. maybe it's just easier to keep her daughter that looks so much like her father as far away from her as possible. i mean, she has me in a hospital in another town! and every time she had visited me, she would leave early, crying.
i would always hear her muttering how she couldn't take it anymore; how i looked so much like dad and she couldn't stand it. she oulnd't even look at me anymore because she would always see her husband, the one that left us.
i'm going crazy and she can't take it anymore. wow. just wow.
truly,
teddy
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truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Dla nastolatkówalbert 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