They tell me to keep fighting. They tell me to never give up. But they all just make me want to give up, to stop fighting, to stop trying. They put everything on me, then they go and say it's not my fault. Make up your mind please, for my own sanity. They play these mind games with me and I don't ever know what to do. So, I just cry and cry some more.
I seem to mess up every time. I just don't care anymore. I can't keep playing these games. I've reached my breaking point a long time ago. I just can't to do anything anymore. I'm done fighting. Sure some say don't worry it gets better, but it really doesn't. It just gets worse, the more they say that.
I'm sorry. That's all I have to say. I guess I fucked up so many times that they just gave up too. They don't even try to reassure me. Even when they did though, I knew they meant none of it. Looking in their eyes, all I ever see is their hatred for me. I'm not sure if I can keep up anymore. So here I am. Pushed to make the decision. Do I keep fighting, or do I stop all efforts at life?
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Random Short Stories
CasualeThese are just some short stories I write in class during my free time! Their just random stories, enjoy I guess! Some will be smutty some will be fluffy or sad. Whatever pops in my head. Feel free to request a story if you want.
