"They say there is always an ending to something bad, and that good times do arrive, everyone has happy times and difficulties divided in equal proportion in their lives, this, that, and more such kinds of bullshit theories. I sometimes feel like I should just go and find each & everyone of them and just sew their mouths at once."
After writing this Suzzane threw her pen at the wall, and sat down trying to figure out her stupid life as she thinks it's not worth it. It has become a routine for her to try to die through various means, fail, vent out her emotions through writing and then throw the pen at the wall. Even the wall is tired of her, it has no space left to fill in another stain of the pen's ink.
"Listen, don't do that." Her grandmother's voice came running to her even though she herself couldn't.
"Don't do what?" asked Suzzane.