To Willow her life was nothing. She didn't understand why people found it so fascinating. There's nothing special about. You do the same thing everyday. See the same people. And pretend that you're happy. Willow found herself to getting pretty good at pretending to be happy. But all she really wanted to do was die. What's so wrong with that? Everyone dies at one point. She knows that her suicide will impact very little people. So on Friday she will kill yourself. She made all the plans. She left a note.
Note:
Well this is it. I'm actually gone. Dont be sad. I didn't mean anything. I was always in the shadows. Never noticed. I wont make a difference. No one cared about me. Please. Don't pretend to care about me now.
