So this is how broken worlds looked like.
I feel like shit, honestly and I know that this is just the beginning. I keep falling in and out of consciousness, but even then I realize that everything is real, which explains my nightmares, the ones I couldn't explain. The universe hates me, I have come to that conclusion, I mean why would it take away everything that kept me hoping, everything that kept me in check.
My parents are just cover parents for the magazines, half the time we've always seen them, they just come by to say hi and leave. They never stay to now how we're are doing, or what issues we have, they consider themselves to be absolute workaholics, which is weird since we are the ones who do that. what can I say other than its just their method of parenting but most of the time they are never home.