One rainy evening, she wrote options on how to do it. It could be any of the 6 choices she made: First, jumping from a tall building; second, starvation; third, drowning; fourth, wrist cutting; fifth, hanging and lastly, drug overdosing.
She was thinking that it would be painfully easy to just leave everything behind. Living a life like hell was making her insane and it was pushing through her limits.
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| Melancholic Star |
"Success doesn't mean you're always happy." -Melancholic Star
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| REMINISCENCE |
After an hour and thirty minutes of standing, an empty taxi stopped by in front of her. She cried out of relief and went inside as quickly as she could possibly be.
"West-side 39 Avenue Street, please!" They said together. She was dumbfounded to see a man beside her. The man was also shocked as she was.
"What the heck is going on?" she asked herself. She was supposed to be inside the taxi alone. She can't possibly share it with someone she doesn't even know. He could be a killer, a rapist or a terrorist. Who knows?
"What the heck is going on?" she asked herself. She was supposed to be inside the taxi alone. She can't possibly share it with someone she doesn't even know. He could be a killer, a rapist or a terrorist. Who knows?
