And I'm sure you did feel guilty after what you did. I'm sure you did think about it all the time. I'm sure you did dream about it and you did want to die. I bet you did stay home for days. I bet it did suck seeing me.
I'm not doubting your guilt. I'm not trying to erase your feelings. It's just that, you're not the one it happened to.
But you didn't get to hear about how you made me feel. You didn't ask. You didn't see the nights that I couldn't sleep in my own bed or the nights where I downed sleeping meds to get even an hour of sleep. You didn't see when I cried after it happened or when I had to joke with my friends because they didn't see what happened but they definitely thought I wanted it. You didn't get to feel the confusion I did because I don't remember everything. You didn't get to feel the fear.
But you're more lucky than other people who have done it, your name won't come out.
YOU ARE READING
Notes
De TodoThis is just writings from my notes that I can't make into actual stories. Some of these are sort of poems and some are rants and some talk about things that bother me. There isn't much else to it.
