That's how long I have left on this world.
Peole won't miss me.
They'll rejoice that I've finally killed myself.
But I'm not sure if I'll attempt and then chicken out last minute and call an ambulance.
I now have 105 days, 1 hour and 57 minutes.
I have that long to be perfect.
105 days, 1 hour and 55 minutes.
Times ticking. Times going by too quickly
105 days, 1 hour and 54 minutes.
Soon I'll be dead. Soon I'll be happy.
105 days, 1 hour and 53 minutes.
My thoughts won't stop racing round my head. They won't shut up. Mia's telling me to throw up. Ssue's telling me to die. Cat's telling me to cut myself.
105 days, 1 hour and 52 minutes.
That's how long my parents have to bully me, make me feel like shit and treat me like crap.
105 days, 1 hour and 51 minutes.
Why do I continuously check the clock? People think I'm addicted to my phone. I'm just seeing how long I have left.
105 days, 1 hour and 50 minutes.
Tomorrow I'm going to smoke one of many cigarettes.
105 days, 1 hour and 49 minutes...
