The major part of me wants to kill myself. I prefer overdosing. Pills give you an easy death, or so I believe. Just don't know if it would really work. But a small part of me- asking me not to do so, owerpowers all my wishes. I don't know what it is. Maybe the fact that I'm scared of what may happen if I don't end up dying. Or how things may get worse after it. Or how I may spoil it for everyone. Or how my bestfriend would never forgive me for breaking the promises I made. Or how I might hurt someone by doing so. Or how I may disappoint everyone. Or maybe I'm worried about what my grandparents would go through if their grandchild died before them. But, not once do I care of all the opportunities that I might give up, If I do it. I feel like ending it all is so much better than fighting so hard For Just Another Day.
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FOR JUST ANOTHER DAY
Fiction généraleOnce upon a time, there was a girl. I'am happy she said as she looked in the mirror. So full of life, full of energy alive. She knew how she wanted to feel. She looked around and everywhere she saw love. She was committed to live her dreams. And The...
