It’s getting so bad that when I wake up in the morning, the first thing I say is, “Thank you God for letting me live one more day.” I don’t even believe in God. I have a statue of the High Priestess in real Jade in my bedroom. I put it in a box so I would never be tempted to kneel down in front of it and beg her to grant me the things I want.
I want so many things. I want my parents to live as long as I do. I want to live on and on and on and feel the things that I felt this week, the things I felt last week.
I HATE WHAT I JUST WROTE.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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