Tomorrow is Monday.
I don't wanna go to school.
Tomorrow is Monday.
I don't wanna go for guides.

I am being a total pessimist.


I wonder how it's like to die.
How people feel when they're on the hinges of life and death;
When the car comes speeding towards you, it hits you,
What goes through your head then?
Pain? Regret? Shock?
Or when you're flying 10 storeys down,
And hit the concrete below.
Crunch? Ouch?
Or maybe, when you put your head through the loop,
kick off the chair and close your eyes.
Anguish?

And somedays when you realise that nobody actually misses you as much as you miss them,
you wanna try and end it all.