A/N: Sorry if this short story is really depressing, but it's really close to me and feels deep 😁. I love ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM!!! Read the a/n at the end plz 😄.
"Say, would it tick you off to die in some random place? Where no one knows you. That, instead of seeing your families faces smiling down at you in your last moments, all you see is red. Red the colour of blood, oozing and seeping all around your body, signifying your inevitable death? Most people, if found in this situation, would feel one word: Grief. Grief, for all the things that they never did, the lies that they told and the chances that they missed.
Maybe they died a virgin?
Maybe they died depressed inside?
Maybe they were once abused?
Or maybe they were perfect.
But perfect doesn't exist. At least, not in this world.
No. most people would feel grief, but not me, cause I'm not like most people...
No.
What I would feel, is karma.
People say karma is what bites you in the back, an onslaught after a war you started. For me... that's probably true.
Sure, there are many things that I will regret not doing in my life. But, not enough that I will feel grief for it.
I would feel karma, for all the lies that I spread, the mis-lives I lead, and the truths I never told. The people I brought along in my battle against the waves. But I know that ill eventually down in the sea.
So please, don't make the same mistakes I did. Don't do things you'll regret. Live each day like it's your last.
Sure, its easy to brush off my words, and carry on stuck in your little bubbles, naïve to the world around you, only focused on how you look or if you've dumped enough people. Wake up and open your eyes, before it's too late.
If someone came up to you and said that it was your last day waling on this planet. What would you do? How would you do it? And why? Ask yourself this as you go through life, trust me; it helps.
Karma came to me now, cause my time is done, but yours isn't. So, go and live your life!
Don't let Karma bite you in the back.
Your Skin Isn't Paper, Don't Cut It
Your Face Isn't A Mask, Don't Cover It
Your Body Isn't A Book, Don't Judge It
Your Life Isn't A Movie, Don't End It.
Dear diary, this is my final message to you, the time for me is over. And to anyone how picks this book up, take my words to heart, and then pass it on.
