It's a what the fuck day. I don't wanna talk to anyone anymore. I'm shutting off, I'm being numb and I want to stab myself. I really can't do this anymore what the fuck is life when all I get is pain. I don't have Jerome anymore. I have nothing but a soulless person. I have no reason to continue life. This is just as bad as when Kevin broke up with me. But I can't cry I'm working, I can't cut people would know. What am I to do when I want to shoot my self every second.
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A Million Miles And I'm Now Here
Short StoryMy little "diary" entries about how I honestly feel about my life