This summer was amazing. We spent the whole summer partying, drinking, smoking, and not caring about anybody but our selves.
Until someone pointed out our flaws. When I look back at it now i see what everyone was considering and saying. Little things we didnt even bat an eyelash at.
Thats not what makes this summer speacial to so many people though.
It's what happend to us, thats what makes it speacial.
I know what you're thinking. No thit isn't that type of story.
This is one about death. Hate. Suffering. Stareing because we're not pretty enough. Skinny enough. Narcistic enough. Us enough.
We just weren't enough.
YOU ARE READING
short suicide stories
Randomi take request, if its something alot of people want written...even tho 0 people will read this. i have some true , some i write out of boredem. i will try to update at least 2 times a week. hate is not exected in the comments or anywhere... WARNIN...
