Sometimes I'm my room I relive every moment I had with my best friend. The thing is I had to move and my best friend almost killed her self because of it. I feel like it'd my fault. Not long ago someone was picking on her and I went off on them over the Internet and she got in even more trouble. Sometimes I wish I could kill myself. Not that I could I'm too much much of a pussy. I knew if I died no one would get hurt because me. My parents wouldn't have to work so much. And every one would be happy and that's all I want
To anyone else feeling like this: If you were to kill yourself what would happen to the people left behind in your wake? Have you tried reading the butterfly effect here on wattpad? It would be perfect for you to read.