I made my exit.
Better to burn out, right than to fade away? Kurt Cobain said that in his letter. I watched a video about all the famous ones. Ernest Hemingway.Robin Williams. Virginia Woolf. Hunter S. Thompson. Sylvia Plath. David Foster Wallace. Van Gogh. I'm not comparing myself-trust me. Those people actually made a impact. I did nothing.
My hand was shaking, the pencil was long forgotten on the floor. I couldn't bring myself to do it. It seems like I couldn't do anything.
My tears stained the once bright white sheet of paper. Something stopped me, realization maybe? I had so much going for me, I had someone to live for. I can't let them suffer, that's the last thing I would want to do.
A/N: Full credit to Val Emmich, Steven Levenson, Bennie Pasek, and Justin Paul from Dear Evan Hansen
Cover by: the amazing @Felly-Chan
The rest I wrote, please don't come at me. Love y'all, no homo