I don’t know where to start. Yet there isn’t much to say.
There will be people who read this and think “Get over yourself, by the sound of it, you really are ungrateful.”
Yet everyday, and every time I cry, it’s only a matter of question,
Why?
Is this how life is for everybody else and I’m just too weak to handle it?
Am I selfish, and nasty to the people I love?
Am I a bad person, if I make somebody so disgusted with me, to the point where they can’t stand to be in the same house as me?
Are you sure their pain isn’t worse than mine?
I resist sleep […]