I'm sitting here, contemplating my life and what I've done. It hasn't been overly eventful, just enough to keep me on track. But I have a secret, many in fact. I'm a liar. I lie about a lot of things, the fact that I'm gay or that I failed at college. But small things too. Like...
I'm not sure,
I've had enough,
Should I move on,
Or should I,
Finish it off?
I'm so low,
I need advice,
I don't want to,
I might regret,
Please help me.
Have known people in this situation - this experience is borrowed from a friend outside EP.
I'M THINKIN ABOUT MOVING OUT..I HAVE BEFORE BUT I CAME BACK BC OF MY MOM, SHE GOT SICK AND NOW I AM SOO TIRED OF BEING AT HOME AND NOT HAVING MY PRIVACY. MY STUFF GOES MISSIN ALL THE TIME. I'M JUST AFRAID FOR MY MOM TO GET SICK AGAIN..
Here I am standing at the edge of the dock frozen in place for a moment.
Comtemplating, thinking, hesitating, weighing in my obtions.
My toes curl over the edge gripping firmly.
Can I do this? Am I brave enough?
I look down and out at the person already in the water.
I hear words...
There once was a man who met a woman online. Over time, he convinced the woman that he loved her and wanted her to be his wife. This would mean leaving everyone and everything she'd known behind. Well, suffice it to say, the man was a poser and the woman is thankful to find out...