"Today is not the day I end it, today is not the day I leave without a trace."
August 26, ___ Wednesday 7:36 a.m
Sitting alone in her room, the lights continuously going dimmer as the time gets later. On her bed she writes. She's had enough, enough of everything. Enough of her family ignoring her. Her family progressively started to ignore her as she told them that she's having trouble with her mental health. I guess having depression isn't enough to get help. She's tired of feeling that she isn't enough, so she's writing her goodbyes. She doesn't have the heart to tell them in person even if they don't believe her anyway. Enough of losing friends. Her friend group has be getting lower and lower. They all started leaving her as she went to high school, since she was the weird gay girl in the school. Which isn't a good reputation to gave in a small mostly christian town. Her friends either thought she was gross and had crushes on them or just didn't want to be associated with her. She understood both in the end, she just wishes she didn't waste her time on them friends anyway. Enough of ex best friends. She had a best friend that she thought would last forever only for it to end. They've been friends since kindergarten. Their friendship started when her mother took her to her first day of school. She was really nervous until she meant a really nice girl. She calmed her down and showed her that not everyone is bad. Of course as the years went on she started growing feelings for her. She was the bestest friend a girl could have. If only she didn't tell her that she liked her. She of course cut ties with her. That hit her the worst as she was always there for her, and left when everything got really bad, since this happened everyone found out. The word got around and she only wished that it didn't. Now everyone treats her differently. Enough of her family wishing that with enough prayers that it would go away. At this point she's had enough. "I'm done, todays going to be my last day," she wrote down. Only she didn't. She ripped up the letter. Because today wasn't actually her day. As long as she was standing and breathing she'll fight till the end.
"Today was not my day, it never was."
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