For the rest of the year, I slumped through life, trying not to kill myself. I finally turned 16, on August 2. I decided that it was really time to end it all. I took that blade, and I cut as much as possible vertically. That did it. I went to the hospital and I was slipping away, and it felt so good. I finally died, and I don't think anyone cared. It felt like paradise, even though the earth is a wasteland.
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Wasteland
De TodoThis is basically about a lost and sad girl who thinks she has nothing to live for. Please don't judge it or anything (or at least not to me) but leave comments about what I could do to improve it. //jess