I've been thinking lately, all about suicide and such. What would happen if I went through? Will people miss me? So much questions I ask myself on a daily bases. Every day is another lonely day, no one to talk to, and no one to love, very depressing if you ask me. Ever since I moved to Missouri, my plans on making friends went down the drain. I don't have a job, no chance of making friends and I graduated from high school and now attending online college, making friends is out of the question. My mind needs some distraction, which wonders into a black pit of darkness. No wonder I've been having suicidal thoughts, nobody to keep me sane. I need someone to save me from this manic depression.
Click, clack, click, clack. I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window pane, great another rainy day. I pushed myself up and hesitated. As my mind whirred like an old computer, I pushed myself to the edge of the bed. I was staring at my alarm clock. Big red numbers flashed: 7:00 a.m. s**t, way too early to get up. I stood up and put my robe on that was hanging on the post of my bed. I exited the empty room and trotted downstairs, it was really quiet when I came downstairs. Apparently, everyone still sleeps. This was a good point for my sake, no one to bother me. I sighed happily and sat down in my dad's favorite recliner.
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