I think I hate this story because the protagonist is like me I never let anyone get closer to me. Everyone who knew me told me, I was too nice to people. I don't have any friends from any of the 6 schools I have gone to. I feel like Tono I have no feelings left in my life.
I actually never dated before or been in any type of relationship. I isolated my self from people I guess I was always afraid of getting hurt. I am almost 20 half way there.
I want my life to end already, it may be the current situation that the world is in, but I want to end my life now so I don't feel empty anymore.
I hate this story because it is holding up a mirror to my life, well some of it at least. the truth I don't want to look at, that I am living without a reason, there is no real reason to live. People strive and step on people to get somewhere in life. But in the end only a few make it somewhere, and the rest just fade in the commotion that is life.
People move on in their life, people choose to move forward even if it seems impossible, even if what they went though was worse than death, it's hard to live and remember all the pain. Because death is an escape to forgetting your pain and responsibilities. But some people find it easier to fade away.
A mind that makes me breathe, a heart that keeps me from fading, but they both are dying, all the same.
(I like the story hate it for different reasons)
I think I hate this story because the protagonist is like me I
never let anyone get closer to me. Everyone who knew me
told me, I was too nice to people. I don't have any friends
from any of the 6 schools I have gone to. I feel like Tono I
have no feelings left in my life.
I actually never dated before or been in any type of
relationship. I isolated my self from people I guess I was
always afraid of getting hurt. I am almost 20 half way there.
I want my life to end already, it may be the current situation
that the world is in, but I want to end my life now so I don't
feel empty anymore.
I hate this story because it is holding up a mirror to my life,
well some of it at least. the truth I don't want to look at, that I
am living without a reason, there is no real reason to live.
People strive and step on people to get somewhere in life.
But in the end only a few make it somewhere, and the rest
just fade in the commotion that is life.
People move on in their life, people choose to move forward
even if it seems impossible, even if what they went though
was worse than death, it's hard to live and remember all the
pain. Because death is an escape to forgetting your pain and
responsibilities. But some people find it easier to fade away.
A mind that makes me breathe, a heart that keeps me from
fading, but they both are dying, all the same.