We had graduation rehearsal for the past week.
It seems everything is moving so fast and that time waits no one, and just when you think you've got your whole life figured out, everything and everyone changes in a blink of an eye. This world is a opportunity to do great things. We've got finite existence, a set number of days, and It's absurd to think someone will stay the same for the rest of your life. It's also ridiculous to put someone on such a high pedestal and think that they're so amazing and they get you so much, but yet,
They don't know anything about you.
I'll admit, I also barely know anything about her, and now that I really do think about it, sending her that letter a while back telling her that I want to know more about her was a mistake. I don't want to know anything about her.
Not now, not ever.
She can go to hell for all I care.
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the suicide project
Teen Fictionsu·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover...
