Grief is my underlying nature. Painfully, it makes me see only the terrible in myself. This is,presumably, why I wish to die so much. I'm shallow and I care what people think. I am an unproductive waste compared to the isolated kids Who farm each others happiness. In short,whether or not it is true, I am rather sure I am a waste. Sometimes, I entertain a belief that if I were only allowed to kill myself, that the entire world would smoother and happiness would return to this foreign realm. Maybe soon, I will be allowed to save you dear reader by dying and eliminating one of the only flaws in this beautiful world
brcien · Thu Mar 12, 2015 @ 09:45pm · 0 Comments |