There is no refuge from confession but suicide;
and suicide is a confession.
-Daniel webster
omg.
is that like one of the coolest quotes ever or what.
i know its like really morbid and
horrible to start blogging about suicide quotes like
2 and a half hrs away from my birthday.
but i just happened to be reading a book, and i found this quote.
anyway. this book is morbid anyway.
its by judy picoult.
i'm sure you would find the name familiar.
she writes rather morbid books.
i need to expand my vocab.
cant keep using morbid.
shit.
hahaha.
just in case you wanna know more.
this book is about this 2 teenagers.
who knew each other since like forever.
grew up together.
fell in love.
like true love.
but one day.
their parents got a call from the hospital
apparently,
they tried to kill themselves.
the girl died.
but the guy lived.
so now everyone is trying to find out the truth.
was it really a suicide pact gone wrong?
or a murder attempt.
and i really pity chris.
the guy.
he really really loved her.
let me show you an extract.
"you fell,' he said simply. "You're gonna be okay."
Emily's eyes filled with tears. "i'm scared,' Where's my mom?'
"Coming,' he said, 'but i'm here now."
He leaned closer, awkwardly slipping his arms around her. He let his eyes drift shut and decided that in that instant that for the rest of Emily's life,
he would be her guardian angel.
like damn sweet right.
too bad she's dead.
cant help thinking that nat likes the quote.
maybe. do you nat?
well. look at it carefully.
hits you,
doesnt it?
and bp is like probably thinking that we're
both crazy and sucidal.
but she's used to it.
and so she'll just roll her eyes
and give a rude chuckle.
haha.
oh wells.
moving to brighter issues.
wait.
i dont feel like moving on to brighter issues.
know what.
even though i'm blogging now.
which shows that i have a bit of spare time.
i really dont.
i dont have time anymore.
this isnt even my time.
it doesnt belong to me.
i should either be trying to revise
or sleeping.
and let me tell you.
i really need to sleep.
its all i think about other than getting As
but never seem to get enough.
i have no time for anything.
anyone.
none at all.
except probably one day.
on weekends.
thats all thats left of sara.
once a week.
on saturday.
okayy.
i'm going to bed.
i'm too sleepy.
and if i dont sleep now.
i'll spend the whole of tomorrow regretting.
haha.
good night.
Let us embrace, and from this moment vow an eternal misery together.