february second, two thousand seventeen.
everything costs money in the world. everything has a price. i cost too much. i hate that my parents have to pay for what i want or need. i want too many things in the world. the world has so many options and i, want them all. i wish i was like other kids, i wish i could just see something i like and stick to that one thing and nothing else. i wish only one thing fulfilled my heart. i hate my heart. it wants too much, it listens to too many things. i wish i was normal.
sometimes, i think that if i died it would be easier because things would cost less.
sometimes, i think that not being able to do what i want in my life is worse than death.
a lot of the time, i wish i wasn't me.
everything costs money in the world. everything has a price. i cost too much. i hate that my parents have to pay for what i want or need. i want too many things in the world. the world has so many options and i, want them all. i wish i was like other kids, i wish i could just see something i like and stick to that one thing and nothing else. i wish only one thing fulfilled my heart. i hate my heart. it wants too much, it listens to too many things. i wish i was normal.
sometimes, i think that if i died it would be easier because things would cost less.
sometimes, i think that not being able to do what i want in my life is worse than death.
a lot of the time, i wish i wasn't me.