listen to 'message in the sand' by a silent film to maximize experience
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Dear Journal,
People are hypocrites. All of them, hypocrites. Everyone lies, no matter how many times you tell yourself, everyone lies. He lied to me, he told me life was worth living, but they found him a while ago dead
by
his
own
hands.
He never told me how much he suffered, he never told anyone what was going through his mind. And that's our problem, we're all too oblivious to everyone else's problems because we're caught up in our own selfish desires.
We're afraid that if we listen, we'll understand someone else's
sorrow.
They said he killed himself by stocking up on sleeping pills, and then he downed all of them. His heart slowed down, and they couldn't speed it back up. He was such a wonderful man, why did he
have
to
FUCKING
DIE!
He left me a note, but I haven't read it, I'm too scared.
This will be my final entry, because I'm finally getting out of the institution. It's funny how just when I was getting better, he was getting sicker,
and sicker,
until eventually,
his own sickness,
consumed him.
Yours,
Minty Rose.
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nO DEATH THREATS PLS I AM JUST A YOUNG WEEABOO WITH NO LIFE
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minty × harry
Fanfiction“you’re broken?” “yeah.” “I like that.” “what, because you’re a fixer?”
