oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh manoh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh manoh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh manoh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man.
i can't comprehend why i'm still living.
i don't know why i'm breathing right now. why i deserve all of this life. who the fuck deserves my life? my parents don't love each other. my best friend was taken from me and the girl who didn't think i was a disgusting piece of shit died.
and it's making me smaller by the day.
i'm such a crybaby next to will who's parents were divorced, got his life taken form him almost, and will never go back to normal.
ever.
i think i might just take a break from reality right now. maybe just write poems in here for a while because writing this makes it hit me harder than it should.
bye for a while now, i'll come back occasionally when i'm really not feeling like i want to live anymore.
YOU ARE READING
mike wheeler's diary, 1984
Fanfici thought it would be kinda cool to like make what imagine his diary would be when el was gone? anyways, enjoy.
