NOTE: I wrote this monstrosity when I was in . . . 6th or 7th grade? This is a terrible story and I will try to rewrite everything. ❝One more try, I didn't know how much I loved you.❞
❝A knife in hand, I am playing out the part of the fool.❞ [UNDER EDITING]
If we lived in a utopia where everything had answers and things were done for good, wouldn't there be one suffering? There's trouble in everything around the world. Even in the most perfect places there's always going to be something or someone hurting. My utopia has someone suffering in it. I have everything I could...