My life isn’t some tragic story.
I just lost something along the way, I lost things I now wish I could have hold on to. I have to make myself go to a school I feel like i’m drowning in, It feels like if I can’t breathe. I don’t want to be here anymore. Mom met someone she loves, it didn’t work, he became a father and they don’t want to hurt anyone more than they have. Mom is not okay. The thing is that it didn’t bother me that she’s inlove with someone else. The only thing I could say when she told me was: I know.
I guess I want love, someone who cares enough to ask me how I feel without faking it.
I guess I am inlove.
It hurts me that I have no motivation what so ever, I don’t have anything keeping me here. Nothing feels right. I feel weak and I hate it.
My brother and I where driving his motorbike home one day, I sat behind him. He almost crashed, and I felt so bad for wanting it to happen.