In ever fairy tale, there’s either a happy
ending or a tragic ending. From the day I was born, I was curious about
whether I would have live a tragic ending or a happy ending. So I won’t rush my
life for it.
When life gets hard and that I’ve been
bearing too much, I think to myself “I have to eat it..” but then, when I try
putting it in my mouth, a weird feeling comes up from the corner of my heart
telling me that I should endure it and overcome it. Then I convince myself not
to eat it. I feel mad and annoyed and then I start piling up my emotions again
and then feel like I should eat it again. It’s just a vicious circle.
I don’t want to live but if I die, there
will be so many people who will be sad. I don’t want to make even one person
sad because of me. My parents would cry so hard. It would be much painful for