NaytNayt's Short Stories

Always

I never know why I always ended up believing that anyone can love me. That I can find true people in my life. That someone out there can finally tell me that everything's gonna be fine. That I have someone.

At this point of my life I have realized a lot of things.

First, my family doesn't love nor care about me. Second, I really don't have real friends. Third, no one will really appreciate me. Fourth, no one cares. Fifth, no one loves me. And lastly.. I'm done.

I have came to the point in my life again that I just want to end things. To continue my long prolonged plan in ending my agony. To finally bid goodbye to this crazy fucked up world of mine.

If I could just leave without traces I will. If I could just die without hesitation, I will. If I could just be happy once. I will. I absolutely will.

Nobody knows about what I really feel. I may tell them stories but none of them have reached the middle part of my life. The part where only few knows. The part where only I know.

If only people would listen. If only my family could give me a little of their time. If only my friends would take a moment to ask me if I'm fine. I'd tell them the truth...

That I'm not.

Ever since this mind of mine got fucked up, I was never fine. Everyday I feel more and more and more helpless. Emotionless. Loveless. Worthless.

That I have completely forgot about my dreams. My goals. My fantasies. And the only thing left was a wish. My one wish.

It's to die.