7 years. 84 months. 365.25 weeks. 2557 days. 61366 hours. 368200 minutes.
I have counted every second since I told my parents. I have been able to lie to my sister for so long. Why did it have to come out now?
It's now been exactly half an hour since I told her.
0.5 hour. 30 minutes. 1800 seconds.
That's a long time to wait, sitting on the cold hard floor of my bathroom. Enough time to go through any scenario possible in my mind: she could leave me, start mocking me, hate me, be disgusted by me, and the last scenario that has went through my mind is a rather unrealistic one, she could tell me it doesn't change the way she looks at me, that she loves me. It made me smile for a moment before coming back to the sad, harsh, truth. But in any case, I'd rather she just hate me than pities me and wastes her time on me, because nothing and no one can save me.
I decide to continue counting the seconds before I finally fall asleep, from exhaustion. No amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness I feel.
JE LEEST
BROKEN
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