Suicidal RamblingsA Story by Kara Hadley-enjoy-
“I’m sitting on the roof of my dad’s house because that’s the only place I get good cell phone reception. Its so tempting to just lie down, let myself roll off, and see what happens. I’m literally watching my world fall apart and there’s nothing I can do about it. I have to will myself to breathe because if I don’t I would just sit here unknowingly turning blue. Every time I move my back cracks because once I was used as a human doormat, literally. “This is the first time in a really long time that I remember suicide being a plausible option. Though I wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t go through with it. I’m too responsible and smart to do it. I know that everything will eventually get better. And I know that it would hurt a lot of people and I’m too much of a mother to ever do that to anyone. I would/could run away, though. I have plenty of places I could go. People love me, what can I say. “God, I could really use a cigarette right now. It’s been over two weeks since I’ve had one. I should be trying to quit, at least that’s what my boyfriend tells me. Though I’m not addicted. It just feels really good to be somewhere taking slow long drags on a cigg. Pulling it deep into your lungs. Then, exhaling in a satisfied sigh of nicotine and endorphins. God, I really need one right now. But I’m not addicted. (Yeah, hi, my name is denial.),” Melissa wrote. “Melissa, come down for dinner!” “Sure thing dad. I’ll be down in a minute.” Melissa put down her notebook and pen and stood up on the roof. “Here goes nothing.” © 2008 Kara HadleyReviews
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2008 AuthorKara HadleyAbouti'm kara. i'm short. i like to bake. i love music. i'm a little skanky. people say i'm funny. i have blonde hair. spelling isn't my forte. i have big teeth. i have bigger dreams. i'm a little superfic.. more..Writing
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