And he blames God. (Completed)

Part XXVII

I hate growing up.

It makes me realise how miserable life is and that even after crying, you still feel the pain.

I hate growing up.

I wrote it over and over again. I wrote it over and over again until my hands starts aching.

'Knock!'

I ignored it.

'Knock!'

I can't take it anymore. I opened the door, angrily. It was Jane, my younger sister. She was crying.

"Mom, she's packing again."

I wasn't sad anymore. Although I felt like crying but I'm angry. I'm angry at mom and dad. I'm angry at myself. Why haven't I say anything?