L e t M e G o

WARNING! This story involves depression, suicidal stuff, bad language and is rated mature. I only want to spread love but this story will explore many bad sides of life as well. Read at own responsibility.

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

It's no secret that most teenagers are angry at life and hate most things. But me? No, I didn't. I used to but I couldn't be angry anymore, so I just shut everything out. I couldn't keep hating everything, mostly because I used it all up way before I was even 13 years old.
So when I decided to place myself infront of a speeding car, it wasn't because I was angry at the world or the life I lived, because I had accepted that. It was because I'd had enough and I'd done my time in this place. I was tired and exhausted and I just wanted to close my eyes and never open them ever again. And that should've been my choice. Not anyone elses. Especially not Isaac Northon.