Unwanted
I'm trying not to cry. I hate this school. Hate this fucking life. "There's no place in this fucking world for a fragile heart like mine."-Chris Pohl. So true. I'm too weak for this. I see no point. Sure I may be loved by what, three people?, which is a huge improvement...what's to say they won't stop tommorrow?Back to where I started. I feel like shit. And I should stop bitching. But I figure I'll do it here where no one'll see it as opposed to dumping it all on DJ. He has enough on his plate.
Yesterday I had a revelation that stemmed from a spiff with my mom and an idea I had briefly entertained. This world is so unfair. How could a god let his children, his followers, suffer so? My mom had a hell of a childhood, got married, kids came, now a helpless marriage with no support and a daughter that holds no liking for her. Not many close friends. I have to be here. But I can't. Don't want to stay in a place so unfair. Poverished children...what sin did they commit to deserve that hell of a life.
MJ doesn't want me. The one person I had hoped wanted me. Changed his fucking mind. He can do better. He knows that. He told me that. It's true. I hate this. I don't want this anymore. My grip feels like it is slipping in a time when it should be at its best. It'd be quick. Quicker than a lifetime of sorrow and misery. I want it so bad. Exodus.
-Jerra
Yesterday I had a revelation that stemmed from a spiff with my mom and an idea I had briefly entertained. This world is so unfair. How could a god let his children, his followers, suffer so? My mom had a hell of a childhood, got married, kids came, now a helpless marriage with no support and a daughter that holds no liking for her. Not many close friends. I have to be here. But I can't. Don't want to stay in a place so unfair. Poverished children...what sin did they commit to deserve that hell of a life.
MJ doesn't want me. The one person I had hoped wanted me. Changed his fucking mind. He can do better. He knows that. He told me that. It's true. I hate this. I don't want this anymore. My grip feels like it is slipping in a time when it should be at its best. It'd be quick. Quicker than a lifetime of sorrow and misery. I want it so bad. Exodus.
-Jerra





