I read Thirteen reasons why.
Halfway through the book I realized how selfish I am.
There are so many people out there who needs all the help they can get, and if we can afford to help, why should we not?
I realize a life is more precious than most things in the world and I'm sorry I told Cheryl her friend is irritating.
Fine, he's not, and I'm glad he has Cheryl to help him at that time.
Regardless, I still hope that everyone should know how important their life is and not throw it away even if they have reasons to.
I'm unhappy.
I ate a scoop of ice cream and I'm still unhappy.
I'm tired.
I'm scared.
But I'm loved, and I feel it flowing in me sometimes when I'm feeling sad and stupid.
I will feel better soon.
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