What I think about when i'm alone

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Something i wrote

Submitted: June 12, 2009

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I sit alone. I have no one, no thing. I am empty. I ask myself why I am alone. What’s wrong with me? Is it the way I dress. The way I look. The way I talk. I wish I knew. I hate myself for thinking this way but I must! They don’t hate you but I can’t help it. It’s life. Some must die with people, some with no one, some chose to die, for some it comes naturally. Either way it happens. If you chose to die on your own. That’s your choice. Don’t do it because someone tells you to, do it because you hate yourself and you get treated like crape. You feel like you have nothing to live for. Maybe when you’re with your friends you act fine not a care in the world but on the inside your dieing and want hurt yourself. You know no one can help you. You slowly want to die any way you can. Then just do it right a note and say why and just….. die. And this all started because I asked myself about what to do because I was bored. Life’s funny that way. Who knew one second your bored the next your going to die. Well goodbye as this is my last writing as I am about to see what is beyond life. I will experience death. So goodbye forever. 


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