...Right now, I hear them talking downstairs... I'm not hallucinating. That wouldn't happen to me while I'm at my desk, sketching... Why would I, when I don't even want to think about my family anymore?
"She's insolent," "childish," "needs to grow up," "doesn't work hard enough," "isn't disciplined enough," and it goes on, and on, and on... I don't want o type it anymore!
Why am I crying? When I promised myself I wouldn't cry over my dad's rebukes and insults anymore? When I know I shouldn't listen to what they say... I don't know what to do, really, except stay heree... Stay here... I can't stay on the computer for long... I just want to go somewhere, and I want to stop crying! It doesn't feel like anywhere is safe anymore! Not my room, not under my desk, not my closet! Nowhere! And I have nowhere to go... The streets wouldn't even accept me...
I... I want to do something... I want to die... But I can't. I can't, because I know Kia would be sad... He'd be sad, he'd cry... If I die, then I might see him again, which is fine, but he'll be sad... I've never seen him sad, I don't want to either... But it hurts. Listening to how my parents are talking about me, and discussing what they should do... it's as if... As if I'm like some wild animal, a hopeless wild animal...
What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't! I'm trying hard! So why are they talking about me like this? WHY? What did I do wrong! And I shouldn't feel sad, then, right? Why am I letting this get to me? I didn't do anything wrong! And I wish... I wish kia was here! Kia... I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm all alone... Living with cruel people who don't care! I want to die...
"She's insolent," "childish," "needs to grow up," "doesn't work hard enough," "isn't disciplined enough," and it goes on, and on, and on... I don't want o type it anymore!
Why am I crying? When I promised myself I wouldn't cry over my dad's rebukes and insults anymore? When I know I shouldn't listen to what they say... I don't know what to do, really, except stay heree... Stay here... I can't stay on the computer for long... I just want to go somewhere, and I want to stop crying! It doesn't feel like anywhere is safe anymore! Not my room, not under my desk, not my closet! Nowhere! And I have nowhere to go... The streets wouldn't even accept me...
I... I want to do something... I want to die... But I can't. I can't, because I know Kia would be sad... He'd be sad, he'd cry... If I die, then I might see him again, which is fine, but he'll be sad... I've never seen him sad, I don't want to either... But it hurts. Listening to how my parents are talking about me, and discussing what they should do... it's as if... As if I'm like some wild animal, a hopeless wild animal...
What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't! I'm trying hard! So why are they talking about me like this? WHY? What did I do wrong! And I shouldn't feel sad, then, right? Why am I letting this get to me? I didn't do anything wrong! And I wish... I wish kia was here! Kia... I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm all alone... Living with cruel people who don't care! I want to die...