Last year, I was just sad. I had plenty of reasons to be.
Friends left me, foes managed to get the worse out of me, and I'm angrier than ever. I guess a better word would be... heartless.
So, this year, I have lesser reasons, and room for more directionless wrath.
I would have been unhappy then even thinking about the state I'm in. Disliking whoever even dares to laugh or smile around me.
I am, in other words, a person I wouldn't want to be last year, Or the year before that, or the year before that - just give me a summary of the previous 14 years of my life, and you got yourself a shorter explanation.
It's all because the only person I lived for died.
I am forever guilty for cheekily exclaiming, one day - when he was still alive - that he surely won't survive until May. He didn't find it funny. I wish I took it seriously; I regret it sincerely.
It haunts me, forming itself memories and nightmares, with no limit. I haven't once dreamnt a good dream, and rarely do I sleep a dreamless one. I wish he didn't leave me.
But since all this is just in my head, I'll continue to ignore everyone else. I do not live for them... any of them.
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Just Fifteen
Teen FictionMay is thought to be a normal month that would pass as swiftly as the last spring breeze. It was thought to pass quicker than February. Until the year of His death. Now Kaye doesn't recognise what ordinary is. Progressing throughout the year to gen...
