//Warning, might be depressing to some viewers. I am aware of this.//
"Why does it matter? I don't matter? Hmph! Life's been a living hell. Family ,friends.". She looks at the mirror, her face cracked. Her eyes the green as grass on a summer's day. She looks at knife, taking it and putting it in her arm. She never cared about the pain. She loved it, being in pain made her laugh. "He's never here for you. Just end your life. He wouldn't be proud. He'll be shocked. But you don't care about him anyway." She looks at her arm corrupting with a smile... she took her drugs to ease her mood. Before grabbing a gun to end it all. ''. But this killed her, she'll haunt the place from now on.
There was one final text she sent to her friends. And that text was.
"I'm sorry for ever existing in your lives.
But don't worry.
I'll be leaving this world soon.
Possibly because I FUCKING give up!
IT Hurts hell doesn't it? My friends?"
She doesn't need a reply if she's dead. Poor Studded. She tried to be happier.
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