Another short something I wrote a while back. Just found it. Slightly depressing. Not really an MCR thing again, just thought you guys would get it. x
Rates and reviews much appreciated, in regards to writing style etc.
Love to you all
It's too much. Waking up, living, smiling.
The worst thing is, it makes no sense. I don't have any reason to want to stop. I should be happy, shouldn't I?
She's been gone for almost a year, and I don't miss her too much, and I find myself blaming the feeling on her being gone, but its all bullshit. I know its not about her, but the real question is; If not that then what is it?
Life's great. I'm happy at school, I enjoy my classes. If I have all the elements for happiness then why am I not happy? What's wrong with me?
I need help, but I'm too strong for that. I'm the one who helps my mum through her depression, I can't give up on her now. I can't be the weak one. I have to help my brother through the bullying and the hospital visits. My dad can't do it alone.
So that's it isn't it? I have no option.
But to keep on going, until they no longer need me, however long that may be.