Sometimes I think of death. And how I'm going to go out. Sometimes I wonder if I swallow a full hand full of ecstasy ,if I would die in love with the everything? I think that would be the best way. Just loving every little detail before my eyes finally close. At least I went out loving something so much it didn't hurt anymore. Sounds better than staying alive being miserable in this little bubble of the world. My mom tells me everything will change after highs school. I call horse shit. It's a lie. I'm still going to cry over things that effect me to the point I think I'm worth nothing. But I don't want to die. I want to see what else this crazy world has in store for me. Even if that means crying and feeling down.
At least I'm willing to give out another chance. Because to me it's completely worth it.
