Transcend DarkTranscend Dark by ill-never-bethe-same
I wish I had some profound reason as to why I wanted to kill myself, but I don’t. I guess I was tired? Tired of life, tired of the way I was always crying, tired of fact that I wasn’t worth anything. Depression can do a lot to a person, you know? I always made people upset, too. People could tell that I was distressed no matter how much I lied to myself, telling myself that I was a great actress. Deep down I knew what they were thinking.
“What a pathetic, selfish girl she is.”
I think they would have rathered that I was mad than what I was bottling up. Deep darkness had swallowed my heart and I didn’t want anyone else to have to deal with the same thing. That darkness would have swallowed more than just their hearts. It would have broken right through their delicate ribcage and slithered directly into their sou
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