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You're gone, you're dead, there's no going backEhem, please read;
You're sitting at your desk, in your room, and you know it's time to go. You've said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, that it's time. You're tired… you're so tired of everything you have been putting up with in your life. You're parents pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.. You go to get the rope because you're that desperate to leave. You're ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you don't do it now, you're gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair and a rope. You're standing on the chair now...You're gone instantly and there will be no noise, or anything. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your
i'll love you if you read my story~~~Hey guise :3 Erm, I made a short story
It honestly sucks ass, but I don't give two shits C:
Welp, in the story, the guy and girl are both 15. That's honestly all I'm gonna say.
You'll catch on quite quickly if you read the whole damn thing.
Hope you enjoy~~~ lol please don't judge.
I'm way better at writing than this piece of shit:
"Shh.." Skylynn whispered. She pulled her finger from her lips and put her right arm down by my left. I wanted to grab her hand and say that everything's going to be all right. But it wasn't. Her father was coming through the doorway, drunk as ever. Straggling behind him were the laughs of a drunk woman.
As always, Skylynn had told me her father comes home drunk almost every night, with a woman he's met at the bar or club, and brings her home. Skylynn hides in the pantry, filled with warm beer, wine, and foul smelling cheeses, of the kitchen while her father, and the unknown woman, stumble into the house and drag themselves upstairs to his room.
By this t
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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