Ryan is the name.
Long dead.
Long dead.
One day my parents found my journal and, of course, read it...
| *I just came home from school* | |
| MUM: | *teary-eyed* My baby, why didn't you tell us?... Why didn't you tell us about what you're going through?... You should've told us so we could've helped you... |
| ME: | ... |
| MUM: | *looks at Dad* ...right? |
| DAD: | *nods* |
| MUM: | We love you, you know that... |
| ME: | ... |
| *after 28 hours* | |
| PARENTS: | Why are you so useless, so worthless, so lazy, so annoying, so stupid, so headfucking?... Why can't you be any better? Get out of here before we regret ever uniting our genitals to produce you. |
| ME: | ... |
| ME: | ...I knew it. |
bath of roses (by quadratiges)
The People of Titan
Hi.
You don’t know it but this is for you. You might be reading this now or you’ll read this later or maybe tomorrow or next day or whenever. But this is for you and only you.
I’m just happy to know that someone’s there for you right now and your smile’s finally real this time.
