It was my birthday on the 8th of October.
On that day i was going to runaway.
i was going to write my suicide note and give it to my parents and leave.
I was going to do that.
But i cant.
I couldn't.
Just one more time.
I'll give myself a chance.
To live.
Again.
Just
One.
More.
Chance.
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You're Reading My Mind
HorrorI sometimes feel like nobody cares about me. And guess what? It's true. Nobody really does, right now you're probably like 'Aw, but I do!' But really you don't. Nobody knows the real me, online I'm just someone fake, trying to impress people. B...
