May 27
One day in this year i will kill myself by overdose after drinking wine to much, smoking some cigarettes listening some depressed music and cutting my self how i don't make from 99 days, i think my last poem before do that will called "the last poem of a suicidal" or something like that, i don't know, i think this title looks like cool enough to stop with that shit suffered that i call life…
I'll probably give my phone to my boyfriend because I think he'll see how depressed I was and how stupid I am for killing myself without talking to anyone who "cares" about me enough, I guess.
