A few sad symptoms of school overdose, (which means I haven't been home for quite a while...):
Today dad passed me the keys to unlock the gate and instead of opening it... I locked it. And I opened the tea cabinet which I thought was the medicine cabinet. And the saddest saddest thing of all. I see new additions to the fridge and the cardboard. Not food though... I see needles and insulin, I see things that tell me how medicine doesn't work anymore. I see ageing. I see deterioration. And I'm scared.
Please don't do this to my dad.
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