Worst Day of my Life

If we're all born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?

Can you don't?

Been on this site for like a year now, smh it's been way to long.

http://secretwhisper.app/catoosa
Snap: carissathabean
age: doesn't matter
height: 5'7
Zodiac: Capricorn
Relationship status:  single.
heres somethings I enjoy doing: Cosplay~, Gaming (COD), Making books/ short stories, Being stupid ofc, cooking, listening to music, drawing
current mood: fine i guess?
F.I.N.E stands for-
F=Fucked up
I=Insecure
N=Needy
E=Emotionally torn apart
This is one of my friends accts if you wanna follow them.
https://soundcloud.com/user-394893062
Music has been a big part of my life, I dont know what I'd  do without it tbh.
(I follow back.)
~🄿🅄🅃 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🄸🄽 🅄🅁 🄱🄸🄾 🄸🄵 🅄 🄿🅄🅂🄷🄴🄳 🄰 🄳🄾🄾🅁 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🅂🄰🄸🄳 🄿🅄🄻🄻~ 
𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝? -𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕥?... 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕥. -𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪?... 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕?... H𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. -𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤?... H𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪. -𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘?... H𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. -𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕?...ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣. 
-ℙ𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖-𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝-
Cᴀʟʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀ ʙ*ᴛᴄʜ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʜ*ᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇn ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ɪᴛ. Sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ...
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Heres a little story for you :)
When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for a while in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.
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-I hope you liked my story :c, It took a while to come up with ideas. Hopefully it gave you a little spooky feeling as well...

Worst Day of my Life

Alec B. unreleased