Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180420181937/@comment-33863482-20180420230048

She stops. She thought on writing a note, but then again, who would read it. She’d just be forgotten and nobody would even care. Care. She always hated that word. She hated her name. Care was for something important. Something that people like. Something that people pay attention to. Her name was ironic. If she died right now, no one would even notice. The seconds she stood there soon turned into minutes. She hesitantly lowered the knife from her chest. She decided to groom her untidy hair and wash her clothes aswell.