suicide plant | ✔

07 | good bye

i give my acoustic guitar to my 'friend'.

i don't need it anymore.

i've lost interest in everything i once enjoyed.

my room is pretty much empty. it's only filled with pain. hate. anger.

hopelessness.

i have no use for my possessions, so i give them to the friends i have left.

there aren't many.

i pushed them all away.

i leave a note.

just incase someone cares.

but i doubt it.

i feel the plant blooming with flowers inside.