Dear God,
I'm addressing you one last time, why you may ask? Well...I can just say you are letting me die. Which could only mean either you don't exist or you're not doing your job right. If you could please, don't give me a rough time, I know I have my permanent job in hell but I still want to pass by and say hi before I go, but if you decide that you want to give me another chance I will hate myself afterwards. Or I would gladly appreciate if you can make everyone realize that I'm not okay and that they need to help me. Because like anyone I'm scared to go . I don't know where I'm going afterwards but I know that I don't belong here. I know that everyone would live better without myself here. It is my only choice believe it or not. I've messed up one to many times and it's time for me to do something good. It's time for me to make everything right, for me to fix your mistake. You are welcome for that. And also, thank you for 16 years of life but not for those 4 years, but I appreciate the fact that you gave me this chance but I think 16 years was enough for me, it's all I can take for now
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
