Post by Ara-chan on Feb 11, 2011 22:52:05 GMT -5
I have always been sick.
Many, many times, my deseased mother told me that i have to treasure life, as i barely didn't die when i was small.
My first 3 minutes in this world almost killed me, as i had a small obstruction on my lungs that was chocking me, the doctors saved me of course, yet...
I would have prefered to die.
It's not that im suicidal, but im sick of being here. I have had many friends over the years, yet they come, leave and never come back or simply, die.
Everything i have are my stories wrote paper napkins done whit any pen i can find around, my books, and...You get it.
Mariana painfully got off the bed and started trying to make her way out of her room, when she finally got into the elevator, and to the roof, where she always spended her lonely days at the hospital; she started reading her favorite book, a recompilation of many, many fairytales, which she loved whit all her hearth.
(Fufufu...I love doing these little stories!
Please reply ok?)
Many, many times, my deseased mother told me that i have to treasure life, as i barely didn't die when i was small.
My first 3 minutes in this world almost killed me, as i had a small obstruction on my lungs that was chocking me, the doctors saved me of course, yet...
I would have prefered to die.
It's not that im suicidal, but im sick of being here. I have had many friends over the years, yet they come, leave and never come back or simply, die.
Everything i have are my stories wrote paper napkins done whit any pen i can find around, my books, and...You get it.
Mariana painfully got off the bed and started trying to make her way out of her room, when she finally got into the elevator, and to the roof, where she always spended her lonely days at the hospital; she started reading her favorite book, a recompilation of many, many fairytales, which she loved whit all her hearth.
(Fufufu...I love doing these little stories!
Please reply ok?)