My Schmaltzy Journey of Life.

Abyss for words, trying to explain how I feel. Either I'm told I should've get over it or to not bother them. Why should I repeat when it's not going in their thick-skulled brain that I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask my past to be so grievous that it desecrated my mental health. I was weared and teared so destructively  I imploded and yet I held on to the small fragments of my self and endeavored to mend. Eventually I started to not be depressed any more since I ate the most of it away but still I couldn't control my mind, the way I thought. Still I think everyone hates me. Nobody wants me to Be here. Such a ugly living creature on this planet, better of dead. I am constantly felt like I'm unwanted, a burden. Like every other I do have friends too but when they don't reply to me as fast as I reply, I must had done something wrong. Are we even friends any more? I'm such a bad friend. It's easy to crack me up, they call me cry baby but idfc...

So you get tired of living in conflict zone whether you should deal with it or end it, and finally you decided to man up and end it; your life. You make mistakes and learn to never make the same mistakes again. Life throws problems at you and you deal with it in your best way possible. You learn how to deal with the same problem. You get an knowledge which you can share with others. You get to think about it whether you solved it in the better way or not and think of a better way. to solve it and lead others. You don't only gain knowledge in a classroom. Knowledge isn't only what's on your books it is also what you learn in your life. What are the consequences of one life dying? So one day you decided that you know what I can't take this anymore! I don't deserve to feel this way. I am so tired. Nobody cares about me. What difference could it make if I just disappear. So you disappear. You hung on your fan with the blanket your mother sew, and the next morning yo...