Day after day. I'm getting increasingly tired every single day. I thought secondary school would be fun, I had even looked forward to it, my parents telling me that it would be the best years of my life. Now, all I'm doing is waiting desperately for the weekend. Ironically enough, my parents also contributed to making my year worse. Though I can't really blame them because they are trying to help me.
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Wish I could be a better child for them
They've said it before, I'm just a burden, no contributions, simply a fireplace to watch money burn and another mouth to feed
So why do I still care about how they would feel if I died?
Always smiling, providing everyone with a thought that I'm fine when all i want is for someone to realise whats going on, hug me and let me cry on their shoulder. I know it won't happen, but I still hold that foolish hope.
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What if my friends feel the same as my parents? What if I'm just a burden in their eyes, someone you have to look out for, someone that nobody wants around, yet you have to keep them for image purposes. What is they all secretly hate me? I've had problems with many people simply because of an attitude I didn't know I had, so what makes them any different?
What if...
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RandomI have no idea what im doing, its just a vent thing, uh...comments are a safe space if you relate of just wanna talk about anything, I wont judge and will try to reply as soon as i can. You guys are all loved❤️❤️
