Since I tried to kill myself.
Nothing is going to get better. Might as well end it now. The thing is, I don’t want to be remembered, because if I am, whenever my name is spoken, it will undoubtedly be in the same sentence as “That girl who killed herself when she was just 13 years old”
I don’t want to be remembered that way. I want to be remembered as the girl who died honorably. The girl who was dropped off a cliff BY A FUCKING DRAGON… okay, not that honorably, but still.
And then there’s my mom. I’m her only daughter. I’m her whole world, and she’s said it to me many times. I don’t want her to suffer.
But at the end of the day, life’s just a cruel game that I want no part of. That I want out of. I WANT OUT!