Today at school we had a lesson where everyone wrote a thing/memory that no one knows about you on a piece of paper and then the papers would be ominously passed out and read aloud. I took the chance for granted. I simply wrote a wholesome memory of my dad.
As the class read the papers sometimes we came across ones that where about a family member passing, being introduced to explicit content, sending inappropriate photos, cancer, saying goodbye, family divorces, and attempted suicide. I’m such a bad person, all I could think about at that moment was how they couldn’t have it worse than me?
feel sick to my stomach about how selfish i am, I cant even feel bad for them. I envied how they could tell others about their pain. I’m such a bad person… and one hell of a friend.
