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But,
You live for rain on windshields,
Autumn leave-soaked roads,
Low-lying fog filled mornings,
The days when nothing seems real,
But the misery of life,
And the thunder overhead -
Ah, sixth grade poetry.
Reminiscing in the fact that this is, in fact, the end of all that. -
Drowning my self in Adam Lambert and morbid thoughts until twelve.
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Eight minutes and an hour left.
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This is partially your fault, you know. I hate you, too. Just about as much as you hate me. Ironic, right? Things change.
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I take that bad. I love you. I'm sorry. God, I'm an idiot. I'm sorry.
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Ah, I think I've broken my mind finally. I sound crazy.
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Are you okay?
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No. But then, I don't suppose I should be, with all the problems I've caused. I deserve this.
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Problems? Surely you don't.
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Yes, I honestly do.
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Rl?
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Yes and no.
I don't think I meant for you to hate me. I don't believe I thought you would do any of that. And now I truly do feel like s---. I should have done this a long time ago. The first time, with the pills. This'll work, though.
I'm about to tell Ashley and Julianna, and ask Ashley to do a few things for me. -
Do you want to talk about it? Please don't hurt yourself. :(
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Can't find the tape. s---.
Not really.
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