Weasley is our King
I don’t think life’s really worth living anymore. I am so miserable here. But still, I trudge on. Everyday, I drag myself out of bed. Put one foot in front of the other, and I trudge on. I feel so, so, very sad. For my family, because they know I;m not happy. For myself because I am so disappointed. For everything, for life, I feel so down.
I’m sitting here again, in the booth meant for a group. One person alone, where ten might sit. And noone sits beside me. I just came across some of my old poetry online. King of Pain I’d almost forgotten that poem. It just about sums up how I feel right now.
I’m so unhappy.I feel like I’m waiting for my life to begin, and I;ve been waiting so very long.
Oh well, I am, and will always be, King of Pain.