Friday, February 17, 2023

you're dead.

I can't die. I'm already dead. nobody cares.
I shouldn't have been born, in fact. she knows it. she made me.
'you can't repeat it, you're ungrateful brat.' she would say.
And she is right. I don't know my luck. or how to feel about it.

As young I just wanted it to end. I guess now, things might have changed. 
Not the feeling unfortunately, but my answer to it.
I quite like to be alone, and I'm alone all the time.