Yesterday, my teacher made us play that game in drama; its a simple game that involves you writing down what’s bothering you and putting it in a hat for someone to read out at random and then you discuss it. Boring right? Why am I telling you this? Well, it helps- it really does because people give you proper advice; and those people remain anonymous. (:
The thing about this game is that no matter what; you will always get people that worry about the same thing and I woke up today thinking; hold on a second, this applies for everything; we’re all scared of one thing; and we all feel the same thing sometimes; if that makes us all equal then shouldn’t the moral of the story be;
Treat people as you’d want to be treated?
-thanks for listening to my mini rant; do take note (: xx
I don’t want to talk to anyone; I just want to be alive in the morning.
Why is it so hard to live? To keep living, even though I get this bad, and I don’t know who to turn to?