I hate you. I hate all of you. You idiots leave me alone all the time. I wish I could say "What's wrong with you?" But the truth is, what's wrong with me?
Am I that unlikeable? Am I that annoying for you? Well, maybe I'm just a problem for all of you. Just. Leave me or you know what what's even better?
Maybe I'll be the one who will leave.
Don't even bother coming to my grave crying for me to return. You know I'm here buried.
Away from you.
All of you.
If you dare, come to my grave, bringing flowers asking for me return. Guess what?
I'm not gonna come back.
I don't even wanna come back.
This world sucks. To. The. Max.
Everyone around you is full of false hopes. Lies and lies. Everyone makes me believe that there is hope.
But there isn't.
Well there isn't hope in them.
Empty promises.
Lies.
It's all so messed up and surreal.
Maybe just maybe. I'll kill myself. To get away from you.
I'll slit my wrists till I can smell the warm metallic dark red blood leaving my veins as it drops onto the white carpeted flooring.
Or I'll get a rope and tie it onto the ceiling fan and maybe, just maybe, if I were brave enough, I pull my head onto the the rope and lift my feet up into the air pretending I could fly.
Better yet, I can jump from the 21st floor of my rented apartment. Hey, it's my dream to be Superman isn't it? Oh wait, you don't even know me.
The other side of me.
The real me.
Maybe if I did die, you can be happy for once.
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secrets.
Short Storywe all have secrets, now don't we? obviously we all do. probably these might relate to you as well. [DISCLAIMER: these are all purely fiction. not all of them relates to me in any way.] enjoy! -c
