So, time to unravel one of those black stars that's taking up space in my jar...
This happened a couple summers back..
My mom was working day and night, and when she wasn't working she was out partying with her boyfriend, only to come back completely hammered and both of them fighting until the sun came up. I had my own issues I was trying to deal with.. I wasn't very popular at school, I had problems fitting in. I was struggling with anxiety and depression all on my own. Then I went through a break up and my friends wouldn't talk to me, I felt so alone. I barely talked to my dad anymore and my mom (as I said before) was preoccupied. I couldn't take it, I sat in my living room bawling my eyes out for hours, I begged and pleaded for help, for someone to help me. I told myself no one would or even could. The pills were in my hand and I was holding them in front of my mouth, ready to let death take me.
Then my little sister woke up, yelled for me. I wiped my eyes, holding the pills behind my back as I comforted her. I sat on her bed for an hour until she fell asleep. When I came out of her room I went back to the living room and put the pills back in the bottle.
Well, there's my black star, out in the world for SnaiLords, the angler army and you lovely people to see..
We're back baby! Updating every Saturday from now on!
Join me on a not-so-exciting adventure through my introverted artist life! With the occasional appearance of fictional characters >.> I'm not crazy.. Promise.
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