Its 8:22 PM on a Wednesday night. October 2 2018
I thought Id make it to my 16th birthday. Nov 3.
but im about to share my biggest bully. and really the one person who loves me no matter what. myself
im 15 , slender and toned, 5’10, and bleached damaged hair. im obsessed with the 80s-90s. and I want to become a journalist/ clothing designer. I wanted to be anything that I wanted. I truly believe that anyone can be anything. or at least myself.
im a sophmore in high school , im well known I guess you could say. everyone wans my life. or want to be apart of the craziness. I just took half a bottle of sleeping pills so Ill speed this up lol.
im not known as the gay kid or the cute light skin with pretty eyes. im more of a placeholder for everything. like I said I don’t know what I want from this world. everyone knows this. at least I hope I think.
I was odviaslly bullied about my sexuality , but it only lasted about 2 months of my 8th grade year.so needless to say I live a so much better city than most people in the south. I am not dying for revenge. im not dying for pityness which will probably come to my mother after news spreads. im dying to live. I’ve never been to New York or las angelous or how ever you spell it. but I want everyone to take a look at what I could’ve become. everything and anything. I slipped up and it was on me. I caught myself slipping and had to do it. im going insane in my own head.
I wonder what it would be like after death. nothing. absoluetly nothingnesses. im just a carcus that need to be eaten. my brain. ME. my pure self is about to the best moments of my life as I fall asleep here. and then.