4:07pm
"we are each alone in our experience of the world."
today i got a reality check, i'm not the only one who's been writing diary entries. today i saw her in class crumbling up a piece of notebook paper and chucking it into the trashcan, i couldn't resist not taking it even if it was blank. but after i picked it up and tried my best to smooth out the hundreds of tiny folds my eyes widened at the messy handwriting, it read..
"i'm scared of sudden death but okay with killing myself slowly. everyone's always telling me how cigarettes are going to kill me, but would that be the worst thing? who says ill even be alive in the next 30 years they take to catch up to me.
YOU ARE READING
lovesick diaries
Poetry"in the end, it wasn't death that surprised her it was the stubbornness of life."
