Dear You,
Life is bad that I hate it so much. They keep arguing. The days of my Mom's death anniversary is ticking and it makes me cry even more each time it gets closer. Life, to me, is just a waste of time. I can't continue to be depressed. I just want to be happy again, but I can't seem to find my happiness. I wish I didn't exist because of it. Maybe, it would be better off that way.From, Me
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Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING]
Teen FictionIn life, we all have our own roller coaster. It goes up and down and swirls around. We have the greatest moments to never forget and we have our worst memories we try to erase. I wish my life was better than what it became, but the world, isn't a wi...