I don’t want to do this anymore. Feeling like this is worse than feeling nothing. I want out so badly, but I can’t because I don’t want other people to feel upset. But I still want to die. Does that make me selfish? I don’t know. I don’t really know anything anymore. In class, we played Jeopardy, but the questions were about fellow classmates. Y’know, end-of-year bullshit to waste what’s left of our time. I remember seeing the answer to the question about me; the board said, “Who is Aurelia?” That’s a great question, and if it’s ever on one of my finals I won’t […]
