That’s what I would be remembered as. The girl who just couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take the stress, the sadness, the yelling, the anger. The one who just wasn’t strong enough to handle life. I feel like I was born to commit suicide. I feel like I’m in my last moments: Being sick of live, not caring, planning my suicide methond. Is this what people who commit suicide feel like?
I’ll be forgotten in a couple of year, but until then, I’ll be remembered as the girl who just couldn’t take it.
My sisters will ask eachother “Why did she do it?” and my Aunt will say “She just […]