"I will always be there for you" - his voice rang in my ears and he closed the door while I left, crying. Crying my heart out I left his house and he just said -"bye". The promise of eternal safety was already broken from the moment he pronounced those words, and now, at the edge of this bridge, I'm thinking life isn't worth it at all. It's just pain over injustice over heartbreak over loneliness over more pain. Goodness isn't there if you're honest. You must learn to bullshit them around and be a pretty petite girl or a petty snake.
Once again this year, despite the one resolution, I wished to be dead again. At least this should be the last time I ever wish for it.