Today wasn't a good day.
There was arguing.
There was pain.
There was guilt.
Today almost happened like my suicide note that I wrote one to two years ago.
It's scary how correct it was.
I sat alone at lunch today.
Only one person asked me what was wrong.
Of course, a sincere smile can always convince them that nothing is wrong.
But for the entire day, no one asked what was wrong besides them.
Just like in my note.
Everything happened like I wrote it.
If I was going commit suicide tonight, I think I would've done it.
"What's wrong?"
That's all I wanted to hear.
That's all.
And I only heard it once.
But they believed that I was alright.
