One more day.

I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.