I finally got to the park but I was exhausted. Why do I have to be so fat?!?! I walked to the same swings that I was suppose to die on, you can still see the blood stain and the pills bottle is still on the floor.
A tear escaped my eye when I saw this, when I saw that I was pushed that far to commit suicide. I sat on the swings and thought of everything that had happened in the past few days.
I wanted to go back home but then I remembered that my apartment burned down. Where do I go? I guess ill be living in the streets then. No but I can't. What would everyone think when they see a fat, ugly girl sitting in the streets they walk on. They may disinfect everywhere I've been.
Why can't I just be happy? Why did I have to fail to end my life? Why can't I be beautiful and skinny like everyone else is? My life is like a living hell why couldn't that boy let me die?
That's his name. Why didn't he let me die? I mean he doesn't even know me. And why did he have scars? I mean he looks happy. But remember I looked happy before and I was really not.
Doesn't matter I'm not going to see him ever again. I got off the swings and started wander. I didn't want to go to far because I didn't want anyone to see me. I walked far so I could loose calories also. I walked up to the city and I was on the outside of the city.
I looked like a little kid discovering a new object. I starred at the road deciding weather or not to cross. Cross into the city. I haven't been in the city since my incident. I felt tears brim I my eyes. But since then i moved out of the city and about 2 miles away in a small little town.
I decide to walk in and I see the one person I didn't want to see...
Sorry it's sucky. I'm trying my best. Anyways thank you so much for the lovely comments. It really makes my day to see someone is actually interested and reading. Thank you so much again and I love you!!