I remember the first time I wished I didn’t have to live.
I remember where I was.
I was outside my house. Next to the driveway.
I was thinking about how much I hated school.
How much I hated not being able to be free.
How much I hated not being able to be outside.
I loved mother nature and I wanted simply to be and to love her.
I hated that I was trapped. I hated that I was trapped for 12 years.
I knew this number. 12. Years.
I had only been alive for 6.
Twice my lifetime I would have to be stuck at a desk performing menial tasks.
I thought I would never be able to survive this disconnection from the wonder I experienced when I sat outside.
I remember this.
Vividly.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
I remember the first time I wished I didn’t have to live.
I remember where I was.
I was outside my house. Next to the driveway.
I was thinking about how much I hated school.
How much I hated not being able to be free.
How much I hated not being able to be outside.
I loved mother nature and I wanted simply to be and to love her.
I hated that I was trapped. I hated that I was trapped for 12 years.
I knew this number. 12. Years.
I had only been alive for 6.
Twice my lifetime I would have to be stuck at a desk performing menial tasks.
I thought I would never be able to survive this disconnection from the wonder I experienced when I sat outside.
I remember this.
Vividly.
