Maybe this world is trying to see which fighter will survive, which can handle it. Who is the strongest, who can take all the hate but most of us are angels that wanna go home. Death is simply something as a little girl I would never think I would want. But since 5th grade life became something I hated and death becamed something I craved. It's became so appelling, but ive been here forever or so it seems like it. I wish I wasn't but what am I waiting for? for it to get better? It never will, some probelms go away but than more come and I dont need that but will problems always be here? Even after death? What makes people think that after death it gets better? What if it gets worst?
