I am breathing heavily. I inhale the air of pain, and exhale breaths of anger intended for myself. Everything was wrong. For some odd reason, I went on to shuffle/randomly playing songs from Youtube, and here comes “Better That We Break” by Maroon 5, and there’s nothing left to do but curl up and
die. Cry, I mean. Cry. But I can’t cry. Because that would make whoever feel bad about himself, and my parents feel about me, and my friends feel (can’t find the word) “worthless” because they give me everything they can, but here I go being sad about things I’m not even supposed to be in.
Thank you, Youtube, for putting on Daylight.
I am tired. And sorry. And sleepy.