I swore I would never have this feeling. I would never have the feeling of wanting to jump off a tall building and see if it would kill me--because nothing else works to make me feel anymore. I swore I would never feel more depressed than Cecilia Lisbon. After all, I survived, being thirteen. But look at all those bullshit. Look at all those stupid youth optimism. Look at me now.
I was wrong. And I thought someone would be there to help me but I was wrong. Again.
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