Dear... Stranger
I wish we met in different circumstances but here I am. What I’m doing here, I don’t know. But maybe I’ve reached the end of the road. I can’t see anything, I feel if I move some steps I’m gonna fall and I feel there is no end.
I will not be surprised if there is nothing, I feel death become something normal to me. Maybe I don’t want suicide cause I don’t want to hear “she just gave up”. I didn’t give up actually, no one did.
I spent my life searching and forgiving being bullied, getting a lot of hits, and waking up to them the next day like nothing ever happened. Growing up with my parents and the people I met, they took from me my ‘me’… my personalty. My yes, my no.
I think one thing they gave it to me is... I don’t even know what they’ve given me. Maybe you will say I’m stupid, I am actually, I have been alone. I’m always gonna be. I’m already dead, so what does suicide matter, no one will notice anyway…