Something I wrote awhile back when I was having a very bad day. I contemplated certain things, but I never went through with them, thankfully. However...I admit I've done it once--just a little--and instantly regretted it. I found this piece hidden on my iPod notes.
I don't really have much to say about this only that I want to share it because I think when I am in a heavy state of distress, what I write doesn't turn out half-bad. Is that presumptuous of me? I'm sorry.
If anyone ever needs someone to talk to about...what I alluded to in this piece, then please; feel free to come to me, and I'll try to help as best as I can.