Sometimes I hate it, I just wish everything was over.
There doesn't seem any point anymore.
If everything around me is falling apart, what's the point in trying to pick up the pieces?
I still try though. Then I'm falling too.
Someone's it's okay.
Sometimes I wake up glad I didn't do anything I shouldn't have, that I didn't take those few steps further.
Sometimes despite it all there's still a little part of me that's glad to be alive.
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Short StoryA collection of short messages from a victim to a bully telling a story in chronological order like most on Wattpad. Loosely based on a true story... I changed some parts, added in some parts. May feature sensitive certain topics such as...
