The sound of the cars flying past below seemed to be the most calming sound this world had to offer. Death was so close that I could hear his every breath mocking me. I kept my eyes closed imagining the sound of tires swerving against the road, the driver narrowly missing the cold body that moments before went drifting down weightless, suddenly colliding with the ground.
poof
All Trace of life was now gone and her final breath was now lingering in the air above her bruised lips
The sound of a car horn jumped me out of my thoughts. Stupid car. Could it not see I was contemplating my death? I sighed and jumped over the rails and away from the bridge that was going to stop my pain that is this fucking world. I walked along the path and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled. I pulled my earphones out from my oversized denim jacket and put them in my ears.
Shuffle
Great that stupid song from the breakfast club comes on. 80s songs always make me feel sad, they remind me that I was born in the wrong era.
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Stupid Existence
Подростковая литератураDon't you ever plan out your death? Like Literally sit there and think of a way you die, let's use drug over dose for an example. So you are fully clothed lying down in your bathtub. The water is cold and rises just above your elbows, your fingers...
