Everyone, it's December. Officially winter season with Christmas & New Year's Eve...
Everyone, this is my last month. My last living month. Until everything goes. I can't wait. But, how am I going to do it?
Huh... I never really know how I'm going to do this. Maybe I'll hang myself? Slit my wrists? Stab myself in the chest? Poisoning? Overdose? Hit by a car? You'll never know, I guess... Shit, I'll never know.
Question of the month: What is the best way to go?
I passed my driver's license test, that's good, I guess... But what's the point if I'm going to die in the next month?
My god, you know what this means?
I'll finally be free from everything. No more homework, no more bullies, no more school, no more anything... Plus this guilt of killing him will go away. Or, maybe I'll be the next Satan in the Underworld. Either way, I'll be gone from the world & I'll finally be happy They'll be happy.
I will stop being such a burden to everyone.
I'll have to admit; I'm a bit scared.
But not that much to not do it.
Night, Journal.
Hey, Satan.
200 word count.
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Journal Number One
Teen FictionHe was an ordinary student... with only several problems. He had a normal life... until "it" happened. He doesn't know how to cope... so he writes it all down in journals. Hidden in his room. What'll you find? Will you find his smile? Or his happine...
