I really hate my
parents.
They honestly think I'm
stupid but I'm not.
They don't know what
goes through my mind
or what I'm going
through.
Give them any idea of
even half
of my troubles and I'd
be happy.
No, wait.
I forgot.
I can't be happy
because I'm depressed.
I don't know how to be
happy.
Fell out with Ash 'coz
of other people
Anger!
Feel it, mate.
Made up with Ash. She
was upset.
Took it out on us.
They hate me. This is
obvious.
Every single one of
them.
If they did care they
wouldn't do this.
They wouldn't keep
doing this.
I've left them because
I don't want to be here.
I guess Alanna's
apologised.
We still made out,
Stuart and the boys
weren't upset.
(negative emotion) I
also wouldn't get my hopes up
only to have them
destroyed.
I can't take this any
more – the horrid comments
and people hating me
for being me.
I don't want to be
here.
I hate this life.
Ashleigh's being a
right bitch, joined our little group
(me, Amelia and Gee)
insults me in front of everyone.
I'm leaving.
Everyone says it gets
better but it doesn't.
It never does. Just
gets worse.
One good day,
two bad ones to
compensate.
Then I'll call 'Free
Fall'
One bad day. Another.
Another.
I'm in free fall.
I can't any more.
I'm tired of living.
Why am I even here?
Constructed from torn
pages found in Boythorpe Woods, 11th January 2017
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