this isn't a poem.
i'm genuinely questioning life.
should i still be living?
sometimes i want to end it all. not because i miss el, just because my life is so stressful. i'm scared, all the time. all of us are scared.
my mom and dad don't love each other. he says some really questionable things to me. i'm so scared i'm gonna have to watch my life crumble into pieces.
the even scarier thing is a could have my back turned right now in fear, and not realize it already falling apart.
it scares me so much, and i know it has to be horrible for will, which makes me seem like such a douchebag, i'm complaining about my stupid parent problems and wanting to not live.
that makes it sound even more dramatic.
i don't want to live right now, but i don't want to die.
YOU ARE READING
mike wheeler's diary, 1984
Fanfictioni thought it would be kinda cool to like make what imagine his diary would be when el was gone? anyways, enjoy.
