I want to fucking die. I want to slit my wrists, and bleed the fuck out. But does anyone care? No, they don’t even fucking notice. I’m about to cry, and I don’t even know why. I don’t need a reason to cry any more, a reason to be suicidal. My last day on earth tomorrow, and I’m wishing I were just dead already. Fuck, I just want to die. Prayers don’t come true, wishes don’t either, otherwise I’d've gotten mine long ago. Just… someone kill me, please? I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.
The important thing is always to learn. It doesn't matter what you're reading, what you're doing, as long as you're learning. Life is made up of stories, so always make sure to take stock of everything around you, and anything interesting that happens. It may someday make for a good story. But if it doesn't, it was still a learning experience. So go out, learn, live, and make a story worth telling.






