The act of being "Strange" ♡ vkook

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*Flashback*
I don't want to live.

I don't want to do anything anymore.

Everything is pointless.

I doubt anyone would care if I just died.

No one.

So should I just kill myself?

I'm sure I would be less of a bother then.

I'm sure.

I'm sure..

All I can feel is warm tears streaming down my cold face.

All I do is nothing. I just let myself cry and cry until I run out of tears.

I decide to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

I go in front of the mirror and stare at myself.

I look terrible.

My messy hair, blood shot eyes and my blankness on my face. I look like I have no meaning, which is.....

True.

Maybe I should carry on living. For myself.

But what's the point with that?

.....

I have tried to end my life multiple times now.

All of them I didn't do it.

Is it me being scared?

Or do I just want someone else to kill me so it can just end my suffering?

I don't know.

I don't know anything.

I don't want to know.

But what can I do about it?

Nothing.

*End of flashback.*

13 February 2017||

......

Han river.

It's a beautiful place don't you think?

It truly is..

I look at the night sky and I'm on a bridge...

It's pretty.
Very pretty.

Maybe I should take a picture...

I take out my phone and take a picture of the landscape.

I put back my phone and look at the stars.

I take a deep breath.

I'm so stupid. Aren't I?