Reasons to...
Because a logic answer is so hard to understand when emotions control yourself.
Normal girl. Much normality for my own good. Which awaits for something new, something that is a change, a challenge, a thrilling adventure, or maybe a happy ending. Anyways, I would love to have any other way of living, because I hate mine.
It’s just so boring. Everything is the same. No changes, day after day. I feel always so bored, that, I’ve come to think seriously of taking that boring out of my life, by taking my life. Yes, suicide. I’m not afraid of talking of it. Actually I’m not afraid of talking about any subject. And sometimes I think my questions might get some others nervous, or start their own suspicions. I ask those things, because I feel like it. Is like I’m not going to stay with any doubt. We come to life for a reason, and maybe that reason is to know other stuff.
When I talk about other stuff, I mean real stuff, real life, real things, something that is worth knowing, not that shit they teach you at school.
That was my way of thinking just months ago. I was careless, restless, I enjoyed (if that’s how should I call it) my life. It was when my life was simple, and when I didn’t imagined so much things. When I was full of energy, and with a future as bright as the sun. When my expectations where the ones that maintained me alife. Now, it is really different. From problems that were not important, or that I really care the same, to problems that have solutions, but personally I cant find any answer to them.
Although I still think that they teach you uncessesary things in school, well, not that uncessesary, but if there were a class that teached how to live, or what causes your problems and all that.
And I’m still open to any type of topics, from school problems to sexual problems, if I might be of some help.
Normal girl. Much normality for my own good. Which awaits for something new, something that is a change, a challenge, a thrilling adventure, or maybe a happy ending. Anyways, I would love to have any other way of living, because I hate mine.
It’s just so boring. Everything is the same. No changes, day after day. I feel always so bored, that, I’ve come to think seriously of taking that boring out of my life, by taking my life. Yes, suicide. I’m not afraid of talking of it. Actually I’m not afraid of talking about any subject. And sometimes I think my questions might get some others nervous, or start their own suspicions. I ask those things, because I feel like it. Is like I’m not going to stay with any doubt. We come to life for a reason, and maybe that reason is to know other stuff.
When I talk about other stuff, I mean real stuff, real life, real things, something that is worth knowing, not that shit they teach you at school.
That was my way of thinking just months ago. I was careless, restless, I enjoyed (if that’s how should I call it) my life. It was when my life was simple, and when I didn’t imagined so much things. When I was full of energy, and with a future as bright as the sun. When my expectations where the ones that maintained me alife. Now, it is really different. From problems that were not important, or that I really care the same, to problems that have solutions, but personally I cant find any answer to them.
Although I still think that they teach you uncessesary things in school, well, not that uncessesary, but if there were a class that teached how to live, or what causes your problems and all that.
And I’m still open to any type of topics, from school problems to sexual problems, if I might be of some help.