It’s always the same, day after day. Go to school, get shoved into lockers during passing period because I’m different, because I dare to be my own person, and get picked on by teachers before going home to a house I hate, with parents I can’t remember seeing in the past six months.
Put on a mask, go to a party, get drunk, buy E, take pill, and bliss.
One of these days…
One of these days I’m going to overdose. Two pills, no more no less.
Preferably before the maid finds my stash.