[ [  Jeremy is a friend I recently met during our 2012 Christmas break. He’s a child, around the same age as me, who no one else can apparently see. Also, I do not believe in God, I am probably one of the most unreligious people there is; the ‘sins’ I refer to are just bad things I do, nothing religious about it whatsoever ] ]
Yesterday I did my weekly confession with Jeremy. I know there are some sins I will happily not commit again. Unfortunately, cutting will always be on my list of sins – but it’s always not me. It’s the voices too. But, if I did it again, would I lose my family? So often it just feels like nobody cares. Would anybody care if I just disappeared, vanished out of thin out? Killed myself or was in some sort of an accident, or whatever. If something happened, would it even matter? I haven’t the slightest clue. I just feel like the third wheel of a motorcycle; the unwanted one. And I know none of my teachers care. They’re just teachers after all. I honestly don’t think they care at all.
– Georgiee xo