Life by Megan Stringfellow (e reader txt) 📖

Life:
Iv'e noticed us, humans, take life for granted. Killing, destroying, and ruining everything here. I'm not going to lecture you about pollution, nor about the condition of the Earth. I'm going to tell you about what life has taught me, and what I have felt about life in times.

Lets start with something happy as I talk about my trip up the moutains actually only a little bit ago. I live in Colorado, so mountain trips happen with less than a days notice. This trip in piticular caught my heart. We went on a hike, all of us except dad, who couldnt make it. As we climbed I tired, and just walked forgeting about veiws, and keeping my eyes on the trial. As we neared the end people kept whispering: 'A true beauty.' We arrived at the end of the trail to find a small little lake in midst of all these mountains. We sat on these piled rocks, marvaling at this. On our way back everything seemed lighter. I loved life then, couldn't be better. I felt like God had made this day perfect for me. I felt like myself, which is odd.

Sad time. Please do not comment terribly on this one.
I have several best friends, one in piticular was closest...then. We had recently had friend drama, and everythign was still very tense. I defended one of the friends, and my closest friend had gotten mad I didn't 'take her side.'She argued with me, and she made me fell like...well crap. Like I was useless, gone, stupid, everything you could imagine bad. She wouldnt answer me, and I gave up, on life. I thought about suicide. I know, Megan that's stupid. Your thinking about taking your life away? I didn't though (obviously) I did cut myself. With this knife. Not on the writs, but I was getting there. I decided I should sleep on the thought of suicide, and see what happens next. I dreamt of the people I loved reactions at my funeral. All were crying hoplessly into their napkins. I shook away the thought again. I haven't thought of killing myself since, but every now and then I still dream that dream. Thats when I hated my life terrible.

I wish I could go on, telling you of my happy memories. Carefully selecting them first then carelessly. Talking (typing) million miles an hour. Smiling on the memory. I won't though. You have your own problems, and you know solve them. Dont let a little sadness get you down!! =)

Publication Date: 06-30-2011

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