\ We’re all outsiders. Who would ever wanna stay inside the lines? // actionitem
It Must End…
Adie hurt so bad. She was getting sicker all the time it seemed, and nothing helped with her pain. It wasn’t just physical. It was every kind of pain that existed. It hurt so much. She wanted to say FUCK YOU to everyone, not caring if she offended anyone. Nobody gave a shit about her feelings. Yeah, yeah, so her words weren’t perfectly posed, the way she wrote her special note wasn’t formed the right way. She scribbled instead of writing it beautiful, like she’d always done. So who gave a shit?
It was how she felt at this moment, the moment she felt it, she wrote it down. That’s why feelings were always so fucked up. It hurt to hell and back. Did anyone out there in the known universe even care? They said they did, but then told her so nicely with some excuses added on that they didn’t want her fat ass around. Those words cut thru her like a knife. She bled from the inside out, thru her heart and her mind.
Who gives a fuck? She thought, picking up the knife, trying to figure out where on her wrist she would cut first. So many ways. The right way would be the last way.
I’m dying already, she thought more and more, her mind starting to spin, her words to herself colliding and smashing together. I’m losing my mind…
Goodbye to everyone, she wrote down. I’m saying goodbye because I’m a worthless piece of shit. An outsider, but of the worst kind. Who’ll care anyway???