It was really the best option.
Okay, it definitely isn't the best option, but I had no other choice. It was the best option I had, as grave as it was. Besides, I had no other choice. I had to do it.
If you took a look at it, it was messy sight. I'll be honest with you. My face was red and puffy, things were broken and thrown all over my bedroom floor. The floor was covered in blood and salty tears. It doesn't seem possible, but I cry a lot.
It seemed bad, but honestly, it was just another one of those nights. It would be about two in the morning, I would suddenly realize how worthless I am, I would cry, I would throw things on the floor, some blood would spill—it was all a part of my regular schedule.
I was just about to do it when my phone started beeping at an alarming rate.
if you do it, i'll do it, too.
I stopped.
For the first time ever, I stopped crying at two in the morning.