Laying on my bed, thinking. It seemed I did alot of that anymore. Thinking about my life and all the crap in it. The suffering, the sadness, how humanity was going to one day destroy the very earth we walk on. Time passes you by and sometimes you don't do anything to make it all worth while. What is the point then? Why go on living if you will one day die as a no body? I wonder.
It was midnight, my mom was out. I didn't know where she was it seemed that anymore she was always gone. I put my brown hair up in a loss pony tail and started to write. I would always write random stories that I never showed anyone. I usually ended up throwing them in the lake. The lake. That is were my story was to begin. Maybe I wouldn't die as a no body after all.
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