I'm so alone, nobody knows anything and I can't tell them anything. I'm so tired of all the bullshit. I'm so tired of myself. I'm so tired of having to live my life. There's no point. There's no cure. There's no bright side. This is it for me. This is all I will ever have. This is all I'll ever do. I'll always be working toward a dull future. I'll always be working toward a better place. I'll never be able to live in the moment. I can't enjoy this life because of the burden a stupid boy put on me. I'm so angry, so pissed at myself. How could I ever let anyone do anything like that to me? To my body. I can't do this anymore. I don't think I can live like this anymore. There's no point. No reason to live this life. I could end all the pain and suffering. I wouldn't have to feel anymore. I wouldn't have to do anything. I could stop. This could stop. Vivi could stop. It could end. Time could cease to exist. I could cease to exist. This can end. I could leave everyone in bliss.
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Bliss
Teen FictionSometimes caring isn't enough. Disclaimer: these are all short so don't complain about it. Thanks!
