12/16/13, Mood: Suicidal. Day : Monday
Time: 7:20
Ahh, what a lovely day. The clouds cover the sun, the lightning clashing against the ground, followed by the wicked screeching of thunder. In my book, a perfect day.
I've always hated sunny days. I always hated the sun overall! The light was too bright for me, as I always preferred the darkness.
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It's funny, i'm afraid of the dark, yet I love the darkness. Ironic isn't it? I say I would prefer to be in a dark closet all alone and enclosed, yet in my heart, I know i'm afraid to. I always think there is something there, watching me and waiting to catch me off guard. So then, it can eat me and envelop me in a never ending abyss of darkness, where I would be falling forever with no stop. Just to realized i'm actually alive and i'm crying, because of all the pain and the pressure of society. They want me to be something that i'm not, and I just can't help it.
You understand don't you? That is, to the people that will be reading my journal once I.... you know.
Whatever. It's still early morning, so I guess i'll just tell you how I started my day.
YOU ARE READING
Clarissa's Suicide Note
Teen FictionHave fun on my little ride I call life. There will be many bumps, and some of you might not make it to read your part. Just remember, you are responsible. Not me.
