Note to self
So sad to see you like this. So sad to see you being treated like that. You don’t deserve it. Cheer up. I know you’re a great person. Leave. They don’t know what they’ll miss. There’s a whole world out there, change is good. Friends come and go, some say. So leave them. You don’t need them.
Leave.
Be happy.
Don’t care.
Friendship at times seems to weaken you, doesn’t it? Holds your potential back, hurts you at times…of course, this is just one of those plot points from one of the millions of stories planned in your mind that you will never bother expressing on paper/digital, but I thought it was fitting to your situation.
Don’t you agree?
I find it very fitting that most of the contents from these stories you make, be it on-the-spot or carefully planned long-term, are similar in a great degree to what happens in your life, including that which mentally or physically scarred you.
Now that I think of it, you’re too modest.
Your mother said you need to appreciate yourself more, and I concur, because you are amazing in many ways, though you’re afraid to admit it because others may get jealous, and you don’t want that. You want peace between your peers, but there is none, so you escape to your dreams, your fantasies, to flee from the roiling chaos that is real life. I see you daydreaming in classes, specially those that prove boring. And it’s okay. At times you think death would be a relief. And I’m sure it is, but you’ll have to find that out yourself, sooner or later.
