I don’t know why Ican’t stop the wave. I just feel like I lived life to the fullest. The best I could. I couldn’t be happier. I just want to get away. Released from this world. Trying to get to that point in life is a dream.
A quiet one.
Throw away all journal entries. Burn every piece of me. The notebooks the journals. Leave nothing behind. Not a note. Not your secrets and not the cause.
All I can do is cross the street. They always say don’t cross but I think it’ll be better then this.
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