Little things start to change when you lose your will to live.
Little things you don't even realize you do, like an impulse of sorts.You stop looking both ways when you cross the street and start running red lights. You don't buckle your seatbelt. You dont hold onto bridge railings. You leave the door unlocked and stop asking who's there.
You 'forget' to blow out the candles, or turn off the oven. You don't even measure how many pills you take. You wade deeper than anyone else into the ocean or swim in the deep end. Even walking in the alley by the restaurants instead to taking the sidewalk hoping it will make a difference.
"Why do you want to leave this beautiful place?" They ask. "A place full of amazing food, people, and artwork." They just don't get it. That's exactly why I want to leave. Food that makes your thighs touch and your stomach poof out. People who's perfectness you strive for, but never achieve. Artwork that shows just how talentless you really are.
This isn't a story with a happy ending. It isn't where Snow White is saved from the poison by the Prince. If anything, the Prince is the one who poisoned her. These are just a couple of my thoughts I'd thought I'd share before I die.
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