Long time ago, i had a had dream. i cannot remember crealy, but i only remembered that many people were killed each other. i was in a white box with my friend. she had to kill me, i think, but she did not. that all.
Many people, almost all of people say that suicide is bad thing.
is it really?
we have a right to live, so i think, we also have a right to die.
death itself is not denger. because i am still young.
some people who are old are close to 'death'.
so they, old people, think suicide is bad.
i cannot write crealy what i want to write.
it was a sign that i cannot think this point deeply.
why do i live?
for my parents? for my boyfriend? for me?