Believing in the Inevitable

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Have you ever felt like the world was not on your side so much that you needed to say something about it? Or even write about it? This story talks about grief of losing skmeonev ur important to you.All Rights Reserved

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Have you ever had your own journal? One that you either are required to have or just have to get your thoughts out... I do, and it's for when I go to therapy. It was supposed to help soothe me and give me something to talk of when I visited my therapist. Coming from me it means a lot of writing of bad things, sometimes the bad things are all I think about and I write in it every day. It would be horrible if someone read it outside the circle of me and my therapist. I trusted her and that was it, no one else was a loud in. Sometimes I thought of someone who I would let read it but he would never pay attention to me, I was a nobody; in his world.

~One more step, was all it would take. To end it all. And here I was, about to take it.~ But what can you do when death doesn't want you dead? When life won't let you go? When the one person you truly live for is someone who your entire being screams at you to run from. When the world tips you upside down and leaves you there to hang. When the person you surround your self with is someone you should only ever meet once. When everything in your past messes with your future. Because Life was never meant to be this way. Not like this. For me, Living became a much harder thing to do, as soon as I found my reason for it. For something I'd always begged for, wants me too. But not how I would have ever deemed possible. It's not what I expected. For I'd never have imagined how close within my reach death really was.

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Have you ever had your own journal? One that you either are required to have or just have to get your thoughts out... I do, and it's for when I go to therapy. It was supposed to help soothe me and give me something to talk of when I visited my therapist. Coming from me it means a lot of writing of bad things, sometimes the bad things are all I think about and I write in it every day. It would be horrible if someone read it outside the circle of me and my therapist. I trusted her and that was it, no one else was a loud in. Sometimes I thought of someone who I would let read it but he would never pay attention to me, I was a nobody; in his world.

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