Chapter one. Letter
Why me? What did I do?
Was it cause I wasn't the nicest kid? Was I too cruel to my parents? Did I offend someone with my seemingly harmless comments?
I don't think I did.
Perhaps I did.
Only doing something wrong could possibly lead to this.
Maybe you can help.
No, I'm not putting this one down, it means nothing.
Anyone would think I was talking to myself.
One more letter of emotion, going nowhere.
This doesn't even help.
It doesn't take that feeling away.
That feeling, just trying to find a way to get rid of it. Almost like your about to go up for an oral presentation, those 'butterfly's' in the stomach, but a LOT worse, and their not gone once you step out of the spotlight.
Anyone know a way to help?
No?
I didn't think so.
~JJ~
I stop writing and throw the crumpled price of paper in the bin, what's the use, why stop? No one will care, no one will notice, I bet it would take them days before they realise something is wrong, that's AFTER I'm gone. It took a year for them to figure it out, a second for them to care, and a minute to forget.
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