Literature
recipe for suicide
Mother screams that i will never be good enough. She thinks i am stupid and useless ,but what will she think when she sees she is an ingredient too in my recipe for death. Despite what my family will tell you i am not in love with death. Can't they see black is just a color? My friends also have a hard time understanding this too. They betrayed me ,so they are in the mix too. I also have lost my grip on reality. I have started to question my existence,faith,importance,and memory. Is this just a dream where i will wake up and find my notebook still empty? If i were to take mom's bottle of sleeping pills would i wake up and realize it was just