Suicide. I’ve thought about it. And I guess the fact that I’ve thought about it is alarming in itself. I thought about ending it once and for all. To just do it in one go. No more hassles of proving yourself, doing hard work, making a mark in this world. But then I contemplate.
Destiny. Such a difficult word to explain. So abstract. Is it my destiny to just give up? Be buried 3 feet deep at the
age of 21. Forgotten: for the short time I have lived, there is nothing great to remember me by.
I guess the decision is mine to make, which makes it "not" about destiny.
