"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
---Edgar Allan Poe
I was never this open before. Maybe it’s my mind’s desperate cry for help. Maybe I just don’t care anymore. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m no longer in control of anything. That really sucks when you’ve lived your life trying to get some control back.
My own parents told me I was wrong for standing up for what I believe in. I told them about informing a teacher when this guy, who manipulates everyone into liking him, cheated and they lashed out at me, telling me I was wrong to do so. My own parents rejected me when I talked about standing up against conformity. They told me I was wrong. My own parents don’t support me.
Everyone seems to hate me, all because I stand up for what I believe in.
At this point, I just don’t want to breathe anymore. I’m not suicidal but I really don’t care if I live or die. And it worries me how much of me just wishes I’d stop breathing…
Sometimes I wish you were real. I really don’t want to be here alone.