I'm upset and I have no idea why.
I can't look at my parents, my brother, my sister, my friends. I can't even look at myself.
I'm so pissed. Angry at the world, at nothing.
There's a void in my stomach, a lump in my throat, my hands are shaking.
I hope I could die, then I regret it.
I feel so empty. I want to drop everything I've ever signed up to in life.
They're so meaningless.
"You should be thankful for everything you have." People say.
Why? What if I don't want to? Don't I have the right to be angry?
I know there are others who have shittiest lifes than me, but I'm not living there lives. I'm not, yet I'm angry.
I hate everything around me. I hate the air. I hate my own skin.
A part of me knows that I don't want to be this kid, but I can't help it.
Hatred took control of me.
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Short Story(Really) Short stories that some of us pass by in real life. These stories are made for comments. For seeing how everyone cope with them. These stories are for giving advice. For telling you that you're not alone.
