Oh, you would never suspect the true author of this story. It's not like anyone will read this any way. I just want to close my eyes and whisper goodbye. No one would miss me. I'm useless, the dirt beneath your shoe. So don't be sad when I go. It's not like I was helping this world become a better place. I spent most of my time helping my friends with their problems, so I know I'm selfish to want to end my existence when I haven't even gone through a fraction of what they have. But the thoughts still invade my mind, and I'm slowly losing my will to fight them off. I'm slowly losing my will to live.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
