Daisy

When I was younger, I dreamed of being in the nfl. I wanted to do nothing but run on the big field with my family of friends and show the world how good we were. I wanted to find a girl to love and cherish, like my mother taught me to. I wanted to succeed in my profession and protect my girl against the world.

10 years later I see that playing professionally was a dream for the people who are "special" or to be more descriptive, rich. That girl turned into a boy who couldn't stand to be in the same class as me, not to mention close enough to touch.

And in the last year, I'd become a murderer.

I used to want to be happy. To fall in the same beautiful love my parents did, even after my father's death.

now I want to bring back the only girl that loved me like her life depended on it, and take her place.

I wanted to end my suffering even though i wasn't the one in that kind pain.

I, killed a girl a year ago. Now i wish in the last 365 day of my life, that i could die.

i dont see the point in living like this. how could i?

after all I killed Daisy Ackers.