I hate my life, sometimes wish I wasn't alive. yet life proceeds to punish me slowly. I most definitely called Jack and unfortunately am gay, something clearly punishable by death. Well if that's true why am I alive, why was I created if I'm supposed to be made to die, why do I feel the things I do if what I feel is forbidden, why am I allowed to feel anything when I should be dead, and most importantly, am I a mistake?
Strolling along the side walk by myself on the way to my house I normally have these thoughts, the kind of things that save me from boredom, and also the kind of things that scare me. But I'd never let that stuff get to me, at least I'm not aware of it happening, why does it even need to happen in the first place. If god is real then why would he create gay people if it's something punishable by death. Sometimes I wonder, why me?
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Bitter Sweet (Septiplier)
FanfictionSometimes i want to die, sometimes i wish i never had this betraying weight on my shoulders. But life has to go on, it has to. (I kept this story just a normal love story for a while but writing about septiplier is probably the most enjoyable thing...
