Untitled 05/26/2017
We all have secrets, we all have that in our life that we're afraid everyone would know. So much we would like to hide it, we would like for it to disapear. If our secret was a person, we could've just killed him. If it was a tangible thing, we could've thrown it somewhere, however it comes back to us no matter how far we threw it miles away. Mine was my depression. And not only that, it comes with suicide attempt. Don't do that again, why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you talked to us? Why didn't you this and that? Uhm. I tried. I tried hard. You know how hard it was thinking of it? No you don't. Because all you think is that you're a friend when in need and when at THAT moment that I was about to take my life, you were never there. Up to know I don't know why I really did it, but I want it to end. I wish I had the mind of Brillante Mendoza so I can show artistically how my depression really look likes. I wish I have the money, the powe