My parents would be devastated if I die. Nobody would see it coming, I’m supposed to be the funny one, the one that’s always laughing and carefree.
My dad would be angry at me, I can already imagine the look of disappointment on his face: ‘why didn’t she tell us? She had no reason to kill herself. We gave her everything she ever wanted, is this how she repays us?’.
My mum would cry all night and all day. She’d blame herself, ask herself where she went wrong. She used to be depressed when she was younger, maybe she’d go under again. She’d stop working […]
I haven’t cried in years, but I cry often now.
I cried today because a teacher sent me a letter. I’ll probably fail that class. The message was from a month ago, but I was too scared to open my inbox until now.
I cried the other day because my sister ate a plate of spaghetti that my mum made for me, it was left in the fridge for when I got back home. I’d only eaten a few biscuits in two days, I was hungry. But I was too tired to cook anything now that I had no pasta, so I didn’t eat this […]