There will be a time that you will not have me around, and you will wish that you had loved me. In fact, I'm so tired of life that I don't know if I can survive another summer like all those I've been through. Leaving all this once and for all start to look like an option. I will fight with all my strenght, as I've been fighting until now, but maybe someday my step will falter and I can't even blame myself if it should come to that end, because those who cared, didn't cared enough to cover this strange void that consumes me. doing the greater goods will only bring me disgrace, but I can't be anything else than good and if you can't trust me now, you will not be able to trust me in death...
enough of this suicidal rambling. other attempts have been made, but I survived. Guess that old voice that tells me not to do it, isn't as imaginary as I have thought first. Fabrication of my mind or not, "She" helps me in the times that all is lost. No real person ever hugged me as she hugs and no real person ever was so selfless as she is. She taught me to be selfless too to those people that I love, but I guess the world is just broken and no one can ever trust this kind of feeling. They forgot love...