dear diary
this is my thirtieth week in high school and i know i don't have much left.
my classmates are preparing for a Christmas feast and many are excited about Christmas because... they live.
i wish I could die in a simple way, going to sleep.
but i know that they want to say goodbye.
so i have to understand it.
mom: what do you want for breakfast today?
me: honestly? i want to sleep!
mom: it is not in the menu, my dear!
me: and then what? death?
mom: why are you talking like that! you're alright!
me: mom, i can't walk and i threw up blood. i'm not fine! it's time to go!
mom: no, you're okay! fried eggs right?
me: mom, i'm dying for God's sake!
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
