Childwhojumpsclouds

My first day on anti-depressants.

Maybe one day I’ll learn to like it

Bring me back a couple years from now. That’s all I’m asking. Just a few years.

I messed up
          I really, really messed up
          Nothing feels like reality again
          I might be gone for a while

Each patient who was here before me enters the back, leaving the waiting room in the hospital. I haven’t spoken to them, and I never will. We’ve never made eye contact—how long have we been sitting here? It’s the end of existence, the last corner of the world. 

Oh, yeah. I graduated, I guess. Someone got me high today for the first time. I didn’t like it at all. I’ve been crying for some reason.
          
          My head hurts

It’s my last day of high school

He’s in love with the character I play. It’s my fault for performing, but I still feel guilty for being jealous—my role and I are so different in nature, that it’s like I’m watching him ignore me while he loves a stranger.

Would it be okay to say that I love someone again?

It makes me feel like I’ve eaten too much, even if I haven’t eaten in days. The guilt never really leaves.
          
          I wonder if I’ll always be this way.