1 school

square room full of chairs and tables, full of noises and full of rubbish. Here i am sitting in the corner besides the window reading and writing some novel,

: sigh class is as boring as fucj can someone please help me (╥_╥), imma baot to dieeeeee,.... but anyways thanks god allot for giving me this holy books and these godly authors.. i really wish to be like them, but with these toxic and bias people around me, I'm always going to be an underrated author and on top of that an unknown is the worst!(╥╯﹏╰╥)ง.

How could i undo all of this sigh i miss my mom and dad *sobs (face down the table) why do all of them think I'm the one who killed my parents it was clearly an accident clearly is an accident, just because I'm the only one alive doesn't mean I'm the one who killed my parents.... i i wish i have just died with them at that time, i cannot take this anymore, being mock and played around with, its, its too much i cannot. it has only been a month since the two of you mom and dad have died and it feels like everyday, with this emptiness and sadness, it's just that writing and reading a book is just not enough.