When I die I know they'll be happy. Oh sure then they'll cry fake tears, want to look the saddest (who's looking for attention now) hide their smiles behind fake sobs, and after the funeral throw a party in my name, lift glasses cheering "she's finally gone" but you wanna know what? They'll still have their pathetic lives and they won't have me to blame anymore! Then maybe they could look in the mirror and see what I've hated for so long. And their ugly worthless selves can truly be seen cause it won't be my reflection they see but their own.
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Random darkness
General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
