Francois, your 12 year older boyfriend from France.

You just had an argument with your parents, again. They told you how difficult you were, that your little brothers where way better, you always knew your parents loved them more than you, even though they never really told you, but the way they act now. All bitchy and selfish, it’s obvious.

"Franc- I should be dead. I really should be." your voice was shaking. Your eyes full of sadness. "I mean they can do things... and they can make mom and dad laugh... And they can make them proud... I just do nothing... I cant do anything" you sob

“Yes you can” he speaks soft. He knew you hadn’t had a good relationship with your parents, and he hated them since day one, but seeing you break like that only made everything worse

"No I cant! No I cant! I am nothing!" you say desperately