I am afraid that I am not as emotionally strong as I thought I was. I fear that they will all see me weak, hopeless, and nothing but trash; just like how I see myself. Too much negativity? Typical me, sad to say. 17 years of existence but I cannot remember the last time I trusted myself, nor the last I see myself beautiful in my own way; yet I can remember the last time I contemplated about ending this bullshit life, guess when?….. a minute ago. I won’t do it, or should I say, I can’t do it. Not because I refuse to, but because I am scared to, COWARDICE to be exact. For me, my life is nothing but God’s playground, if there ever is a God somewhere, this life is nothing but a joke and worse is it’s not fun.

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