ɢᴜɴs ♢ ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

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12 November 2011

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I was locked in my room crying.

I mean, of course i was crying, i was a kid.

Just hugging my pillows while thinking that everyone would be worried downstairs, so i was silent the whole time.

As if.

My so called friends had already left the party and my parents went to work as usual.

Usually i would be left alone with grandma,,

But i wasnt

Of course I wasn't

She is gone

Now im alone in this house that i know nothing about. Its scary, really.

,,, At least for 8 years old me.

...

After a week i was better so i started going to school again.

Teachers and random kids asking if I'm okay, or if I'm too sad to come anymore,

"how do they even know that happened"

I always asked myself that question.

It felt so weird.

Too fake to be true, too plastic if you ask me

Faking sympathy, huh

A weird thing to do for a 8 years old

Thats what i thought back then. But, of course i'm not the one that matters. My parents are the ones, not that if someone didn't "respect" and "care" for me enough would bother my parents.

They simple were, and still are, too busy to care.

Too busy to bother with that stuff.

...

too busy to bother with me.

Sad for a 8 years old right?

But i had grandma's affection

had.

keyword.

She grew me up well, not gonna lie

I learnt a lot of things from her

,, bad, weird and good things

cool things

terrifying things

amazing things

old things

many,,, things

It was really cool to have a big house, i could always play tag and hide and seek with my friends.

Good times