My Journal Collection..

This is just a collection from my journal. All of it is my own thoughts. Read at your own risk. -trigger warning-

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Some days, I really just want to die.

Not the, "my boyfriend left and now I'm sad." kind of die, but the "what is the point?" kind of die.

I know that I'll wake up tomorrow, and go through the same Shit, but I really wish I wont..

I couldn't go through with it.

I'm too weak.

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"Suicide."

It just sounds fake. Like, "Local Teen Commits Suicide."

I don't want that. I don't want to be known.

When you die, everyone remembers the physical things. Like your hair, and your smile, and the way you laugh.

They don't remember the names they called you, all the fights, or the endless teasing.

They don't want to.

They only care if you're pretty or dead.

Actually, they don't even care if you're pretty.

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I don't know if I actually want to die.

Death is a strong word. Maybe "Dissapear."

That sounds better. Death is permenant. dissapearing is temporary.

I'd like to dissapear for a long time...

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