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Sometimes things don’t seem so bad. Every now and then I think maybe, just maybe things are going to get better. I hate myself for that. I hate myself, for hoping. Nothing will ever change, nothing is going to get better. I will never be enough.
The best part is at the end of every day, I realize just how utterly alone I am. I’ll always be alone I think. Always.
A Secret
Sometimes I fantasize about killing myself. About the life slowly fading away in my eyes. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to drown? I’ve always believe that I wouldn’t mind putting weights on myself and being dragged to the bottom of a pool or lake. I could just lay there at the bottom and watch the sunlight filter through the water. It would be sort of peaceful at first I think, until I ran out of air. They say drowning is a very violent, painful way to go. On the other hand, it’s theorized that at the very end a person has a feeling of ecstasy. I wonder if that’s true. I wonder if I’ll find out some day soon.
Advice Channel: Welcome
This is a pure advice blog.
I’ll introduce myself: My name is Alex, and I am a 15 year old girl. It will be a pleasure to meet you soon.
I will give advice to the best of my ability about absolutely ANY subject. I do understand that there will be some things I can’t give advice about, but it…
My Short Temper.
I don’t get angry easily, but when you set me off you had better run, hide, and never come out again.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
