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Just want to say, this is based on a true story. Thanks for dropping by :)
POPREEL???
I'm Sorry
My palms sweated from the P.E. excersice. "Hey, you okay?" My friend, Mark asked. "I'm okay.." I replied, breathing hardly and beginning to feel light-headed. "It wasn't even that hard, get used to it." He said, and smiled lightly. He slapped my back and started to laugh. I fell on the grass and felt dizzy.
"Dude?"
"Woah, Ikago!"
"What happened?"
The words echoed in my head, my vision went black.
I opened my eyes and I was at a bench in the school. "What happened, Ikago?" Cynthia said in a light voice. I couldn't move, my eyes were blurry...I felt like it wasn't the excersice that did this. But it was because of my stress. I rolled down, but forgot I was on the bench.
And my head started to bleed.
I took my hand to get a bit of the blood, since I was telling myself, "It's not blood."
There it was.
Mark came and then started to ask if I was okay.
"I'm fine." I said.
I was fine, right? I collapsed once more. Being tired of life. I couldn't believe myself. It wasn't the excersice, I know it wasn't...
Was it...because...I wanted to die?
I'm useless anyway...
I'm a piece of garbage no one likes.
I stood up, legs trembling, I closed my eyes, and then asked the teacher, "Can I....stop for P.E.?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine."
I sat on the bench. My friends around me.
"You guys all hate me, don't you?" I asked.
There was a silence going around.
"IF I DIED YOU WOULDN'T CARE, RIGHT?"
I cried the first tear.
"Right...?"
Mark spoke, "I'm sorry...What happened to you?"
The blood went onto my hand.
I don't deserve to live anymore.
POPREEL???
I'm Sorry
My palms sweated from the P.E. excersice. "Hey, you okay?" My friend, Mark asked. "I'm okay.." I replied, breathing hardly and beginning to feel light-headed. "It wasn't even that hard, get used to it." He said, and smiled lightly. He slapped my back and started to laugh. I fell on the grass and felt dizzy.
"Dude?"
"Woah, Ikago!"
"What happened?"
The words echoed in my head, my vision went black.
I opened my eyes and I was at a bench in the school. "What happened, Ikago?" Cynthia said in a light voice. I couldn't move, my eyes were blurry...I felt like it wasn't the excersice that did this. But it was because of my stress. I rolled down, but forgot I was on the bench.
And my head started to bleed.
I took my hand to get a bit of the blood, since I was telling myself, "It's not blood."
There it was.
Mark came and then started to ask if I was okay.
"I'm fine." I said.
I was fine, right? I collapsed once more. Being tired of life. I couldn't believe myself. It wasn't the excersice, I know it wasn't...
Was it...because...I wanted to die?
I'm useless anyway...
I'm a piece of garbage no one likes.
I stood up, legs trembling, I closed my eyes, and then asked the teacher, "Can I....stop for P.E.?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine."
I sat on the bench. My friends around me.
"You guys all hate me, don't you?" I asked.
There was a silence going around.
"IF I DIED YOU WOULDN'T CARE, RIGHT?"
I cried the first tear.
"Right...?"
Mark spoke, "I'm sorry...What happened to you?"
The blood went onto my hand.
I don't deserve to live anymore.
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It's distracting because it's in full caps. Also, how is a giant picture at the start of your blog not distracting? I had to scroll down to see anything else.