Drip, Drip.
The only noise was the sound of the sink that always leaks. I need to get out of here. Everything seems to familiar but yet something stops me from leaving. I don't know if it's the hole in the wall from my brother and I six years ago playing just dance, or if it's the peeling wallpaper that reminds me of my moms old fashion style. Either way I'm physically incapable of leaving.
My mom and brother, Jackson, died last year in a car crash and my dad walked out on us when I was eight. That was seven years ago. Now I live in my abandoned house all alone.
Last year, when my family died, my whole world crashed down hard. I had a lot of friends before the death but it's so hard to act happy in front of them so I eventually just stopped talking to them.
This whole town sucks now. Everything is just a constant reminder of what I no longer have.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
I'll be fine...
RandomI'm lost. Trapped. Pushed against a wall. No one understands. No one cares enough to try and understand. I'm alone. I'm breaking. Slowly. All because of my fucked up life. Maybe it's not so fucked up. Maybe I'm just a mess. Maybe I did it. Maybe I'm...
