This is not a happy story. This will not make you smile. It won't leave you feeling happy or make you believe in love. This is the story of death. And maybe, by the end, you'll know what it's like to live in my head. Maybe, by the end, you'll know I wasn't lying when I said if you were in my shoes you wouldn't be able to lift your head, let alone take a step. Maybe, by the end of it, you'll recognize me in everyone, maybe even in yourself.
(Fyi guys this isn't like a journal it has a plot and characters and such)