as i write this i feel suicidal i don't know what to do im afraid of what i will find and what i will do i am in love and i am capable of loving but i am gone right off the fucking cliff heading for the river headfirst i knew i would get scared paranoid, if i may but the simple fact is that danny is not mine and couldn't be not yet as i write this the feeling in me is of fear but of fatalism i fear that death is coming to the point where i am looking over my shoulder and that is why i jumped off the cliff without a parachute i am fearful that life will come to an end with a sickening crunch and i feel bad the next life may be better as i look at the world falling apart before my eyes denying me the right to marry my boyfriend if i see fit fuck pat buchanan as i write this suicide becomes an option and its time i disappear i want to marry my boyfriend if i want and the world falls apart before my eyes and a thought occurs to me: who would want to live here and the suicide option becomes the best choice so i say: le petit mort (french for a little death)
Reason for writing:
its true. after seventeen years,because of a fear that i will die young, suicide has become an option.
Birth sign: Aries
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