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Joy! I'm a Creature Banana

Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

P.S. : To all who have read my story, thank you for the positive feedbacks...

Suicide Note

This is a poem I got from a friend...

This is my note telling you why
Telling you why I want to die
Knife to my wrist, gun to my head
Now to yall know I wish I was dead
As the blade runs up I scream in pain
Realizing that I sliced a vein
Now its time to say good-bye
This is the last time im gunna try
Now that’s over theres blood on the floor
I couldn’t stop cutting I cut more and more
On the bed I lay with a blood stained sheet
My death is something im ready to meet
My skin is open my bloods pouring out
My blood is starting to look like a spout
I can’t stop bleeding I can’t stop crying
And all I can think about is dying
This is my suicide note if anyone cares
You wanna see my slits and tares
No one cares about the way I feel
No one thinks my cuts are real
So f*** yall who don’t want me here
For you guys dying is just such a fear
I want to die it makes me glad
Its much better then always being sad
My eyes slowly close my life is now gone
Now I will surely be dead by dawn
My suicide note is now complete
Not everyone’s life can be so sweet