sylvey
worthless
- Oct 11, 2023
- 187
In middle school, I was always hated. I never really understood why. A passed note here and there, "JR is a slut." and people scribbling all over my backpacks with black Sharpie whenever I left the room. Pencils being thrown at me when I'm trying to do my schoolwork and being ignored and slandered when I stand up for myself. A whole room of people who knocked me to the floor and started kicking me while I laid there.
I remember the day when I learned that there was a whole classroom of people who planned on jumping me behind the school. I remember the times I stood behind the school planning when I was going to kill myself. I remember the people who were nice to me, but in a really passive way and they'd forget about me as soon as they graduated. I remember in elementary school, I promised two of my classmates on graduation day that we'd all meet up at the next school carnival even though we'd all be in middle school. My shitty father dismissed my question of whether or not I could go see them there just because "you're already graduated, you don't need to go there."
Sometimes I wish I didn't have friends. They are the only reason I haven't killed myself yet and at the same time I'm glad I do because if I do kill myself anyway they'll be hurt.
I miss my mom. I remember when she failed to stay sober for our court-appointed visitation sessions that were arranged for me as a birthday present, and one day she showed up stoned out of her mind and throwing up on the therapists car. But at least she tried. She stayed clean for a couple months until that happened. My dad never tried, and always blames me for every little argument we have and claims that I'm the one who starts them. I hope he dies a slow, painful death.
I remember the day when I learned that there was a whole classroom of people who planned on jumping me behind the school. I remember the times I stood behind the school planning when I was going to kill myself. I remember the people who were nice to me, but in a really passive way and they'd forget about me as soon as they graduated. I remember in elementary school, I promised two of my classmates on graduation day that we'd all meet up at the next school carnival even though we'd all be in middle school. My shitty father dismissed my question of whether or not I could go see them there just because "you're already graduated, you don't need to go there."
Sometimes I wish I didn't have friends. They are the only reason I haven't killed myself yet and at the same time I'm glad I do because if I do kill myself anyway they'll be hurt.
I miss my mom. I remember when she failed to stay sober for our court-appointed visitation sessions that were arranged for me as a birthday present, and one day she showed up stoned out of her mind and throwing up on the therapists car. But at least she tried. She stayed clean for a couple months until that happened. My dad never tried, and always blames me for every little argument we have and claims that I'm the one who starts them. I hope he dies a slow, painful death.