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I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Sometimes people leave your life for a reason, and sometimes they come back for a reason.

This is a sequel to my other story, "behind closed doors", I do suggest that you read that one before reading this one so you won't be confused!!

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

come inside.

The intense feeling of knowing someone close is about to die fills her body everyday. His job is to simply guide and comfort them to their final resting place. He walks alongside an elder lady passing the rooms of other patients in the hospital. As he passes her room their eyes meet. "Did she just see me," he wonders as he walks back to her room to see. "Those eyes, why is he here now though," she asks herself as she stands from her bed and walks to the hall. Their eyes lock as they meet at the doorway and they barely stop each other from hitting.

a look into a life falling to pieces

If only he would've given me a chance to explain my side of the story instead of listening to everyone else's. Now all I can do is write my side of the story, Heal from everyone's free willed hands, Behind apartment doors and pray that love comes back to me one day. Depressed state of mind part 3. Studio apartment at 24....The footnotes of love.

A girl in her twenties finds her life starting to cramble, and as it does she starts to suspect that the people closest to her might be the cause.as she navigates through this challenges ,she gradually realize the true nature of her social circle and the reason behind her unraveling world.

"Who the hell are you?" "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" A story between two neighbors and an incident that slowly draws them together *Disclaimer* this story has strong language and violence