This year is almost ending and I still don’t know anything about what I did or will be doing with my life.
Right now I’m in my room nursing a glass of rum and looking at my small pocket knife.
Should I end it all?
Should I keep living like this?
The will to live is all gone.
I think its too late for me.
I just hope the other side is much easier to deal with.
No one will cry and definitely not my boyfriend.