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I. Love. You.
But honestly, when you think about it, it doesn't really matter, does it? Because, if it did, then there wouldn't be anoymore jealousy, or hatred, or so much saddness that it's overwhelming. No one would hate you or want this life to end. Want it to go so swifftly. 'Cause no one cares if you tell them you love them. It's a passing thought. You don't think about it after it's said. It's just normal.
No one cares when you tell them you love them anymore.
And if you think about it, I guess it means that people like the jealousy... the suffering... the pain.
That's why when you think about it.
Suicide is cool.




Okay, so you read this, right? Hopefully you did. And when you read my last line, you thought that I was wrong. Suicide is not cool. And I think you're right. So why do so many people go through with it at the last possible second? They could have done differently. They could have lived one more day. But they didn't. And you won't know why.
You think that they thought no one cared. No one ever loved them. Well, they were wrong. And you know that.
For everyone else, well, that is their choice.







Take life seriously, but not to the point of breaking.




~Life is like a butterfly.
You hold it too tight, you will crush it.
You hold it too loose, it will fly away.