I don’t like suicides, I feel sad for who ever feels like it’s the only way out. I know, even though I have written about a couple in my short stories, I’ve always wondered why? What happened to that person to commit such a horrific act or even think about it?
I feel sick when I see cuts on arms or hanging bodies in pics. I don’t like it or maybe I can’t face reality. It’s such a selfish act and a cruel thing to do, especial to the people around you who do care because someone always cares, i know I do.
Embrace spirituality and think positive, life is beautiful, you are who you are for a reason. You are where you are for a reason. You are surround by certain people for a reason and you read this for a reason too.
That’s just the way the world works, it’s mysterious and magical. I love all of it the good and the bad. Live Your Life.
Day 19: Pet-play
I really couldn’t think of anything for this day D: So I stabbed a horn in Silka’s head and now she’s a majestic unicorn ahaha! That’s a pet right? lol
Cheshire Cat by Héctor Manuel Guerrero Herrera ©
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