The stress is building up, I can’t..
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fucking mind. I wanna leave.
I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me.
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The Notorious B.I.G
Continuing On….
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Today was just another normal day… So I thought.
Today people were just staring at me everywhere I went.
Today I felt paranoid.
Today was different.
Today..
Life..
What is life?
Why are we made?
We wake in the morning, work till the afternoon, sleep through the night. REPEAT.
Is this why we are made?
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Is this why we were created?
Are we around to be judged and slated?
Today people just stared.
Our fellow people only cause me paranoia.
Is this how I’m meant to feel about everyone I meet?
I think not.