the suicide project

forty (new years special/epilogue)

10 minutes left.

Only 10 minutes left until the New Year and I have never been so ready for a new change in my life to start . I'm already halfway into college and I have only one girl to thank for all of this. She's gotten me through a lot of hard times and as real or fake as she is I can help but confide in her. She's even the one that talked me into this god forsaken party. Quite a bit of girls have already took a pass at me and I don't think I've ever easily brushed off this many girls in my life. The party isn't too crowded until a certain person comes in.

Once she walked in you could see her crowd of friends following behind her. I knew this girl didn't go to this university because regardless of the size, I just simply haven't seen her. She was wearing her hair up in a high ponytail when her hair was down her back. A purple athletic tee shirt that was cuffed in on the shoulders, light blue skinny jeans, and white converse. She didn't wear any makeup, but she still glowed as if no makeup was up to the standards of her beauty. Her eyes made her way towards me and she smiled.

The way she always used to smile.