i feel like i don't have the right to be
upset most of the time. i have a good life, there are so many
people out there who aren't as fortunate, and even my friends
who say they have worse problems than me. i spend most of my time
just holding everything in and acting like i don't have a care
in the world, when in reality it's a struggle not to break down
or burst into tears in every lesson. why can't i be truly
happy?
3 years ago, cancer took my auntie
away from me, 2 weeks before christmas.
last year, my uncle left my other aunt, on christmas day.
this year, my grandma's in hospital, with no idea how long she
has left. i hate this. i wish more than anything in the world that
i could be little again, sitting in my grandma's house with my
auntie, without hearing those voices in my head. without having to
be scared of everything. without wanting to
die.