-Alice? Alice? Hunny, are you ok.? – she said desperately, looking deeply in to my eyes.
It felt, as if she was able to read what I was thinking. Like if the worried, blocked out gaze, could penetrate in to the deepest part of my mind.
It felt, as if she was able to read what I was thinking. Like if the worried, blocked out gaze, could penetrate in to the deepest part of my mind.
-I’m fine, I’m fine – I replied hesitantly, wiping away the salty tear from under my eye.
- It doesn’t seem so, are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?
As if I was going to tell her, as if she would understand.
-I’m fine, whatever.
She walked out, I don’t really care what she was thinking, I don’t really want to talk to her. She could have as well went and hung herself too.
I looked out the west window, the sun was slowly dissolving into the horizon. It’s been two days now, I haven’t drank , ate or slept. I just sat. What’s the point of living anymore? It’s all my fault he died, it’s all my fault he hated himself. It’s all my fault he committed suicide. I glanced at the swing in the back garden, it’s where I’ve last seen him. I felt like going down there, pulling the swing off, burning it. Burning, just like my lips and eyes burn now. I feel pain, I like the pain, I want more pain. I want to pay back for what I’ve done.
I looked out the west window, the sun was slowly dissolving into the horizon. It’s been two days now, I haven’t drank , ate or slept. I just sat. What’s the point of living anymore? It’s all my fault he died, it’s all my fault he hated himself. It’s all my fault he committed suicide. I glanced at the swing in the back garden, it’s where I’ve last seen him. I felt like going down there, pulling the swing off, burning it. Burning, just like my lips and eyes burn now. I feel pain, I like the pain, I want more pain. I want to pay back for what I’ve done.
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that thing above, it's just a random piece i've written. i might finish it off one day. you can finish it off yourself if you like.
I haven't been here for a while now, you didn't miss me though. This is just a random page with like 10 post describing boring moments of some evenings.
I'm with one of the kittens now, i'm full of chocolate and sorrow. I'm mad at people for things they haven't even realised they have done. I'm mad that my friends don't care.
Other than that, things are great. So you can't enjoy that i'm worse than you.