1 st : my nightly option

One minute I'll be fine... smiling and having fun, and the next minute I'll be sad,  like another life has begun. I'll slowly drain of happiness and begin to cry. I don't know how I get these thoughts and I have yet to find why I feel so alone although I'm right next to you, like I'm an invisible wall that people only see through. like all the full-fillment from my life is gone,  and I just keep crying...the thoughts go on and on

I don't know what triggers them and I don't know why. But it's something very powerful that's causing this tear to my eye. I've never felt this way before and the hardest part is that I don't know how to make it go away, and that I don't even know how to make it through the next day
So I just lie on this floor, the digital diary as my friend as I grow weaker and debate whether my life should come to an end

I choose to stay and awake in the dawn. I feel so stupid; like a freak. but my life goes on.
I continue to walk the halls, and no one knows
that each night,
my life, is just an option I chose