2018, April 02
~*Ah, yes. Hell. My constant state of being.*~
I wish I could die. I wish this would stop. I wish I were different. I wish people could just get along. I wish the world wasn't the way it was. I wish...I wish I could disappear. I wish time could slow down, turn back, stop. But it can't.
It's pointless to think these things. I know they do no good. But I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I was gone. Don't worry, I won't kill myself. I'm just in a....contemplative mood, I guess. I just wonder what things would be like if small, seemingly insignificant, yet equally important things were different, or just never happened. Like if I had black hair. Or if I was African American. Or bigger details like, what if we never moved to Florida. What if I never met Emily. Hell, Tristan has been my best friend since first grade.
Or what if I had cut too deep. Such a small thing that could have changed everything. My parents would have been devastated, my sister would have no reason to live. My friends would miss me, but I can only imagine what it would actually be like for them. I know how I've felt, to get the news that their dead or dying. I never want to do that to someone, but I still wonder..
What if there is no afterlife. What if there is, and it's not what everyone thought it would be. What if there is a "God", but they're not what anyone expected, and no religion matches what they actually are.
I have these thoughts so often...
~*I'm sorry. This hopefully won't get published so you don't have to read it, but if you do, eh. I have nothing left to loose =>Skye*~
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Day-in-the-Life Of A Bi Person
Non-FictionThis is going to be like a diary-journal thing because I feel like people need to know about this kinda stuff. I've been getting a lot of hate recently since I've come out on social media and irl, so I just want to keep tabs on what happens and how...
