She planned for the suicide.
The suicidal thought is conquering her for quite some times. She has the sudden thought of hitting the divider every time traveling on the highway, on her way back to no where. A place called ‘home’ but not hers.
Sometimes, her body and her mind are not connected to each other. What she intended to say always left unspoken, she kept hurting those who love and care about her, and apologize and did it again and apologize again… over and over again…
She is tired, yet can’t help herself to hurt others and herself more.
She planned for the suicide, which eventually she didn’t make it. Too coward to survive, and even more coward to end her own life. She is not brave for anything.
She eventually chooses to be a nobody, pack her things and walk away… hoping no one will find her anymore and slowly disappear from the memories of whoever once know her as who she was.
But, if you looked carefully in the mirror, you will sometimes see her… so helpless and lost. And for most of the times, you turn your back and pretending you know nothing about her and walk away…
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