The End.

This is the end of this. This being my life.

*NOTE this is a short piece and it is kind of real but I'm not going to do it. I think.


1. The End.

Life is a game. You have to roll the dice. But I can't be bothered anymore. I just say it's 'crap'. And what do you get if you take out the 'c' out of dice. Die. That's all I'm left with now. Nothing more, nothing less. I cannot say that I do not regret the decisions I have made, but they have just made my existence worthless. And if it's the choices that I make that is doing this. Then I guess I don't belong where I am. I don't deserve anything I have. Not my parents, not my siblings, not the friends I have left, not anything in my home. I deserve less than what those children in Africa. They have basically nothing. I should have nothing. Maybe I'm being punished for my past life, and I don't even know what it was. Karma? God? Whatever you want to call it, it's punishing me. And I'm not going to live through it anymore, not again.

So goodbye to those who ever cared for me. Fuck you to those who ever hated me. I'll miss you to those I love. You made my life better, but I still don't feel anything. Maybe with the exception of pain and regret. Goodbye, and I hope we meet in the next life.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...