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A/N: Hey guys. OH MY GASP, I FINISHED A STORY. HOLY CRAP. Haha. I hope you like it. I'm really sorry, it's short. :(
Fast forward through two weeks of hardcore depression. Fast forward through finding out Pete was right. Fast forward through all the drinks, all the bitter words uttered alone in a dark room, all the pills, all the negativity…
And here I am standing on this tall building in the middle of the night.
I look down again to see a dark street. Nobody was around. Good. I didn’t want anyone to find me. I wanted to die.
Now do you understand why I have to die? Now do you understand why I’m not worth the body I have? Like my beautiful tree, I am dead. There is no point to me being in this life.
Everyone abandoned me. Nobody cares. I don’t want to be a burden of mother earth anymore. I can’t fucking deal with that. Screw life. I’m not strong enough for it.
Don’t follow in my footsteps. Don’t cry for me. Don’t bother grieving. This is what I want.
So…
Here goes…
I take a deep breath and push off from the edge. I close my eyes as the cold winds whip my body around like a small rag doll.
Funny. If it was April Fool’s, I'd be the biggest one.
I hope you like it. Ish sad, I know. :( I feel bad for killing Patrick, but... I did. I'm sorry. Tell me what you think, and dun hate me for killing him, pwease?
Fast forward through two weeks of hardcore depression. Fast forward through finding out Pete was right. Fast forward through all the drinks, all the bitter words uttered alone in a dark room, all the pills, all the negativity…
And here I am standing on this tall building in the middle of the night.
I look down again to see a dark street. Nobody was around. Good. I didn’t want anyone to find me. I wanted to die.
Now do you understand why I have to die? Now do you understand why I’m not worth the body I have? Like my beautiful tree, I am dead. There is no point to me being in this life.
Everyone abandoned me. Nobody cares. I don’t want to be a burden of mother earth anymore. I can’t fucking deal with that. Screw life. I’m not strong enough for it.
Don’t follow in my footsteps. Don’t cry for me. Don’t bother grieving. This is what I want.
So…
Here goes…
I take a deep breath and push off from the edge. I close my eyes as the cold winds whip my body around like a small rag doll.
Funny. If it was April Fool’s, I'd be the biggest one.
I hope you like it. Ish sad, I know. :( I feel bad for killing Patrick, but... I did. I'm sorry. Tell me what you think, and dun hate me for killing him, pwease?
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