For someone who yearns for nothing but his death, school would be of no importance to me...So, why then do I still attend?
Before, I would sacrifice my sleep in order to prioritize my studies, which resulted of my high grades. But now, school was just an excuse to escape from the damned depths of my house which I had desperately desired to escape from. It was never like this before. I used to be like any other kid my age, free from the grasps of my depression which now blinded my desire to live.
I've already made countl of attempts to end my life, but hesitance always overcame me. The teachers were aware of my background. Thus they were careful not to offend me in any way, allowing me to doze off in class, which was pretty unfair to the others, since they were usually strict with the other students. But I should also call myself fortunate that they never thought to contact my parents, who currently were out of the country. Born in Korea, I was brought to and raised in Russia. But after an incident a few months ago, my parents decided to move me back to Korea to pursue my studies. But little did they know all I ever did was sleep, not even bothering to do my homework, continuously neglecting my studies, which I knew could later on affect my future, the future I no longer cared about.
But unlike at home, I was more at peace when I was at school.
But, one day it all changed. School became more than just my escape. And that was when I met her.