I know it's long. But worth
reading.
No one really cares. About it. I know. No one is going to read
this. It's sad. Even when I try to
share something special...no one listens. But I don't care.
I'm pulling it off my chest. Okay. My father
died from 9/11. I don't want to explain that part. But..my
feeling when I heard that was horrible.
My eyes never stopped filling up with water. He died 4 years
ago. I smile when I think my dad won't
like me always being sad. So I try to light up. I love you
daddy. Moving on to the next part of my story.
I was bullied. It stopped off and on...but hopefully it stopped
for good. People teased me about my
looks, my hair, my dad. My little brother. It wasn't a
good life. I expected better. I got it though (: Okay.. Well
I
did cut. I am bipolar. And yeah..I got hospitalized by wanting
to commit suicide. Horrible? I know. Whatever.
Now, about my little brother. When he was young, like about 7
years old, we found out he had schizophrenia. It was
so different for us. He was always telling us about the things
he sees and ngihtmares. I felt so sad for him.
And 2 years later, he died from a car accident. I couldn't
breathe.
Why must everyone who's
important to me pass away?
Why do I get this?
What did I do to get this?
I just want to know.
and there, ladies and
gentleman, is my life.
Rough? Try living it.