The water's really nice.
Firl has started losing weight, and she got a boyfriend. My brother got a job at a fast food chain, and mom got a promotion. She brought home someone.
Why is my life the only miserable one?
Is it my fault?
Wouldn't it be better without me?
It's always my fault.
It would be better without me.
No-one wants to listen.
No-one is listening.
I'm too scared to talk.
I'm too scared to respond.
Maybe I'm everyone's lucky charm. Maybe if I die, they'll be sad too. Then I wouldn't be lonely.
What's the point.
I scrunched my feet in the sand.
It was really nice.
Mom yelled at me again for bringing sand in the house. I ignored her and she forced me to kneel and she hit my hands.