I used to be better than this. I used to be a good person.
Last year, I was still at this school, still taking this level of classes, but
I was so much better. I still got straight As. I got along with everyone. I
participated. My teachers liked me. I had friends.
I don’t know what happened. That’s not me anymore. I used to
see glimpses of her at times, but I don’t anymore. She’s been completely
replaced by me. Stupid hateful angry me.
I hate myself for that. I don’t deserve to live for
destroying such a good person.
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