So you guys probably found my body by now ; not like I wanted some stupid cowboy touch my body. Oh yeah, that's what I'm nervous about; I have some pretty intense tummy rolls and have not shaved in awhile. Imagine what a forensic examiner will think. Especially because I'm going to be naked. Sorry, another note to write.... shit... what am I supposed to say?
"Forgive my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for my sins"?
Like.... No. I'm not even religious for fucks sake. I have a pitiful sense of humor. I guess it's because I want people to like me.
I've been studying people for awhile and want to know a secret: people like other people that always laugh at their jokes. Like sometimes that bullshit isn't funny and they know, so what someone laughs, it makes them feel better. I can't do that, I really can't. It's okay though, not like I'd want to. You get cocky after awhile of someone laughing at your sucky jokes. It's no good. I'm such a sad person that I practically went to a piece of paper.
Another waste of time.
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Depressed as shit. (( Is shit really depressed?)) ((( Maybe it is...)))
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A Reason To Breathe
Historia CortaA short story about what effects depression can have any teenager. How it preys on their innocence and any life left and deserts it.
