It's over.
I'm done.
I knew it.
I should've killed myself when I got the chance.
My parents don't care.
I certainly don't care.
What's the point in living?
I don't care anymore.
I doubt that my fucking friends care.
Go ahead.
Say all you want.
It's too late.
I won't believe it anymore.
I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomDepression. It's a fearful thing, it can destroy a single life in a few seconds. Words, painful words. Names, pathetic, loser. This is my story.
