another sad story.

She cried her eyes out. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't the type of cry that makes you feel better afterwards; it was the type that makes you feel pathetic. She didn't just cry over her life; she cried over everything. Over her sick sister, her mother, her father, the children in Africa, and even the beggar she met yesterday morning. She also cried over him. The guy who -- maybe, just maybe -- used to care about her. She cried because she felt really stupid for actually thought that she meant something for someone. She just realized that she wasn't that important; that everyone, sooner or later, would walk out of her life without any hesitation. Silly me, she thought to herself. Since when did people actually care about her? Well, if they did care, her father wouldn't leave her when she was just a child, her mother wouldn't have a lot of boyfriends, her "friends" would understand her, and that guy wouldn't give up on her. She was sick of everything. She couldn't find any more reason to stay alive. As she wiped her tears away, she grabbed a knife and hoping to leave this world right then.