"Mom, I'm home!"
My mom welcomed me in her usual way. No affection, no happiness, nothing.
I walk up the stairs, going to my room and changing my clothes.
As I change my clothes, I saw my journal on the top of my room's table. This was my father's last gift to me.
I calmly looked at it.
The journal has a written note on its first page.
"Live your life the way you want it to be."
-Dad :)
I'm still thinking of what should I write. I closed my eyes. And lie down to my bed.
To think of it, since the day my father left, I never really had happy experiences. Same old sad everyday life.
Ah!
I ran to my table, writing:
"3000 ways to die."
#1 To die while hanging myself with a rope in my room.
I am Ann, 16 years old and a grade 11 high school student. My life sucks so I think, I should write ways on how I, Ann, should die.
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3000 Ways to Die
RandomThe story of how Ann Famy chooses her way of dying in his sad depressing life.
