Simply.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

it's about sad stuff ok.

On October 27th of 2003 you told me, "those who love are hurt." As a child then i knew love was they most enduring thing any person could have. Growing up, that love i once knew just slowly faded away. Eleven years later i'm stuck in my small room writting sad songs about people who said they loved me and then left me. As a used toy i felt but that wasn't the worse thing that i stumbbled upon to. My memory got worse, the number of friends i had came down to one, i became the person i was afraid to become, and to top it off.. i thought about killing myself almost nearly everyday. I wished for days where i had the guts to crash the car i wished for a way out of things. The only escape i had in mind was taking my life away. Which then my "positve thoughts" came into place which obviously overcame the nagative ones. I don't sleep anymore, i don't think the same i used to, i can't love as i used to, and i can't feel anything anymore. I cry and listen to Brand New nearly everyday, "Well, Jesus Christ, i'm not scared to die, i'm a little bit scared of what comes after." Pretty much that lyric sums up my life in one sentence. 


Submitted: February 20, 2014

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