Too dark to see.

Maybe if I leave, it'll be the best for me. I should burn everything that is hurting me and I should make an effort to forget.

I apologize myself. Again. I went up and I fell faster.

I'm not cold. It's becoming dark, too dark to see. And the week isn't over yet.

I want you to do this. If I smile tomorrow, kill me. So I'll die with a smile. And if I don't smile tomorrow, it'll be because I died today.

The ending will be the same.

People have opinions. Some say I'm not the same I was before. Others say I'm better now. Anyway, dying is dying.

Today, I saw some kids playing and I wanted to be one of them. I realized I can't travel back in time.

I'm tired of being alone in the dark.

It's becoming dark, too dark to see.