Suicidal Boyfriend

Suicidal Boyfriend

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Dear Wattpad, I really love a girl, but she doesn't know and remember me... so i had created a weird plan... and what happened is... "I'm Aldrich Boyle, and... if you don't go out with me, I'm going to kill myself." I don't know if i should smirk because it sounded Genius, but yeah, no one cares if i die anyways, and for now, i look freakin' serious. Another body language that tells you, 'I can't live without you in my life' "Doesn't matter. I love you Ashley, and I'm not going to change my mind, be mine or my death?" I held the razor blade to my wrist again, ready to make another cut. Now, Ashley Figueroa, has no choice, but to be my girlfriend, for me not to kill myself. If i do kill myself, everyone will know my life story, that not to be suicidal... because that's my last wish... You know, this story consists of how I change and grew for the past few days... So who ever read this suicidal story, be strong if you are alone.
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