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It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
Locker Buffet: Part 2"And there are still no signs as to where Beth Evans could have gone." Jason smiled a bit as he rubbed his swollen, sloshy gut. It had been a week since soccer goalie Beth Evans had disappeared into Jason's belly, where she was digested and turned into fat and goop. The only evidence that was left behind were her soccer jersey and regular outfit, along with her bag and supplies. No one was sure where Beth had gone. Only Jason knew. Well, him and one other person. "Another lucky catch." Said a girl with black-hair and an Italian accent. This girl was Anne, an old friend of Jason and the one who was responsible for keeping authorities and angry parents off his ass. "Let's hope it doesn't run out." She said. Jason shrugged. "I've gotten away with it for three years. No one has suspected a thing." He said. His belly gave a satisfied gurgle as the soupy remains of Beth sloshed around inside. "To be honest though, I could go for another meal." He said, pondering whether or not to go for it.More Like This