have you ever wanted to die?
you're going to say yes.
no, maybe you aren't suicidal.
but you were so embarrassed you wanted to sink into the ground and hide there for eternity.
but did you ever want to leave? not die; but go somewhere.
not another planet, but just anywhere but where we are.
earth.
somewhere without judgement, unfairness, and wrath.
i got a d on a paper before.
my teacher gave it back to me and ordered me to rewrite it.
why?
jul, you can do much better and you're aware of it.
the next day, i scored the highest in the class.
tell me, how did i do this? go from a 74; to a 105?
all i did was listen to my guinea pig crunch on some iceberg lettuce.
iceberg lettuce has no nutrition; pigs aren't supposed to eat it.
yet Pig was drawn to it, he loved it, and he asked for seconds.
what the hell, Pig? why are you so different? why do you follow me around the house; lick up my salty tears, and listen to my deepest fears?
this is a diary. but it isn't. this is just the writing of a kid who wants to live on jupiter with a guinea pig, a sad book, and probably a season of bob's burgers to replay until i can recite every line.
stay positive!, cam
you're going to say yes.
no, maybe you aren't suicidal.
but you were so embarrassed you wanted to sink into the ground and hide there for eternity.
but did you ever want to leave? not die; but go somewhere.
not another planet, but just anywhere but where we are.
earth.
somewhere without judgement, unfairness, and wrath.
i got a d on a paper before.
my teacher gave it back to me and ordered me to rewrite it.
why?
jul, you can do much better and you're aware of it.
the next day, i scored the highest in the class.
tell me, how did i do this? go from a 74; to a 105?
all i did was listen to my guinea pig crunch on some iceberg lettuce.
iceberg lettuce has no nutrition; pigs aren't supposed to eat it.
yet Pig was drawn to it, he loved it, and he asked for seconds.
what the hell, Pig? why are you so different? why do you follow me around the house; lick up my salty tears, and listen to my deepest fears?
this is a diary. but it isn't. this is just the writing of a kid who wants to live on jupiter with a guinea pig, a sad book, and probably a season of bob's burgers to replay until i can recite every line.
stay positive!, cam
