Once again, everything has gone to shit. I will never be cured. I might as well waste my life away. When I got home I avoided talking to dad, I just went straight to bed. Now I'm here, I've been lying here for hours. My best friend probably thinks I'm insane, my parents won't let me be happy again, and now thanks to Cartman, everyone sees me as an alcoholic. I'm a joke. Sometimes I just wish I didn't have to live. Well, I really don't have to.
I need to stop. I can't be thinking this way, I'm ten years old. I haven't lived long enough.
Though I have seemed to fuck up the rest of my life anyway. What's the point?
Isn't there this whole thing about life getting better if you wait it out?
But how long will I have to wait before it actually does get better? What if it never does? I'm already stuck with the permanent mind set of shit, now without a cure.
But ending my own life? It's scary to think about. It's like the only person who can keep me living is myself. I know what I have to do now.
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FanfictionInside Stan Marsh's mind, everything has turned to shit. He's a mess. As everything changes once again, everything falls apart. Hope is lost. What once was unbreakable and good will finally meet its life or death decision. Please read this shitty s...
