Massive trigger warning: this story is about suicide! There will also be a lot of questioning existence in this story, and some graphic scenes as well. 'He/she' pronounces will not be linked with my main character, as they are nonbinary. They are a teenager with a lot of mental health issues. They one day realise how pointless life is, and why would life be worth living if there's nobody who loves you? When nothing really matters? This book and I have a complicated relationship. When I say that I mean that I wrote this when I was in a fucking dark place, and I only write like the first chapter when I'm having depressive/suicidal thoughts. Don't expect frequent updates (or any at all, the first chapter was just a short story for class) since I'm luckily not in that place a lot anymore.
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