I very truly want to die, so here's a rant type thing.
There once was a girl who wasn't like anybody else, and was the same at the very same time. She had many names including Trashy, Roman, and Lickie. Some knew her as an Artist, some an author, and others knew her for playing video games.
But this girl was what you'd call broken. She was hurt, scarred, torn. The world itself seemed to want her dead.
So one day she tried.
And she had failed.
So this girl came back, back to her social medias. She found her wife had cared for her the whole time she had been away.
This made her smile, but not truly happy. Truth is, a lot had been going on in this girl's life. Enough to drive people into the depths of insanity.
Nevermind, she'd already been diagnosed with it twice.
That doesn't matter...
The point is, this girl would never truly be happy. So she took things into.. more dangerous matters.
She drank.
Drank until she couldn't walk straight or think clearly.
Drink until she couldn't speak without slurring.
Drink until she'd pass out, and wake up severely hungover.
Drink until she'd throw up for an hour afterwards.
Drink until her parents were disappointed.
But they understood.
They understood her feelings. Because truth is, this girl had something seriously wrong. She was slowly dying.
They let her do her own thing, and tried to encourage her.
But the only thing she wanted to do was scuba dive.
And dive she did.
She plans on going to Florida and dive all summer. And the most amazing part?
She's planning on dying.
She's going to hold her breath 100 feet below sea level.
She will make her lungs explode.
She will make it look like an accident.
She will finally be free
F r e e
