I surfed through tumblr as I would usually on a Friday night. Partying and hanging out with people wasn't that much of my thing. I listened to 'Dream' by Imagine Dragons as I looked at pictures and quotes. My mom were out clubbing, yet again... She doesn't think grinding against other people when you are a widow at 37 is wrong. I think it's grieving. Getting over your husband in a way of forgetting your motherhood and acting like you are 21 I guess... I sighed and grabbed another grape and popped it in my mouth.
That's when I saw a message. My tumblr blog is a advice column. I clicked on it to see it anon.
Dear Advicebloggy,
I realize how stupid it is asking a random stranger for advice (no offense). But all my friends are idiots who only care about hockey and soccer, oh and banging chicks at parties when you are 17. But my parents are getting a divorce. They blame me. What did I do? I study instead of cleaning but what's wrong with wanting a future. I take care of my little sister Aaliyah and I cook. And then they screamed at me for not sweeping up their broken glass?
I furrowed my eyebrows at this boys letter. I felt really bad. He must feel terrible. I decided to keep reading.
Even with my trouble at home, I never want to leave. School is terrible. I am a misunderstood kid. Everyone thinks cause I'm good at sports and school and have popular friends that I would have the prefect life. I don't. My friends are fake. They don't actually like me. They pretend to so they can look better to everyone. I have never had a video game night with them or never went bowling. They don't even text me unless they want me to convince their parents to let them 'come to my house' when I just go to parties with them. I don't even get the point of parties. Grinding on each other and drinking and smoking? What is so fun about that when you can go go-carting or something. My girlfriend is dating me because my dad and her dad are coworkers and are very close. But she is also having sex with other guys. She flirts with every guy. But I am not allowed to ditch her. I'm depressed. And if I tell anyone they will hate me. I'm a boy I am not allowed to self harm or want to die. I am supposed to be strong. But how can I? The only thing keeping me alive is my little sister. But half the time I don't even care enough. I want to die. I want everyone to cry because of all the wrong they have done to me. I want my parents to feel my pain and actually want to parent Aaliyah because they don't want their other child to follow my footsteps. I want to know what's next after life. What do I do?
-the confused boy
I slammed my laptop shut. As tears filled my eyes. I shook my head and walked out my room.
A/N
I'm excited about this one. I had a writers block. Or maybe a life block yesterday so I didn't update it last night.
Can you guys hit that little star. It only takes .5 seconds and makes my whole day. If you don't care about my feelings or my imagines that's fine also. But have a good day loves. Adios