Sarah Nicole Miller

Reno NV

Description

I have lived through a lot of terrible things as most people have. I'm almost 30 and I can only remember a few brief moments of happiness. Her name was Sarah. She was my best friend's little sister and I had always adored her more than anything in the world. She was my dream girl. Ever since I was a kid. When I was 27 I finally took the chance and told her how I felt. Life became pure magic. Then drama started and COVID happened and things became very ugly. She broke my ankles and wrist one night when I was just getting into crutches from a wheelchair because I was involved in a very serious car accident. I haven't seen her or heard from her since that night. Life has been very dull since. I finally got my dream girl. But I wasn't good enough. All day, every day, I think about her. What I would have done differently. Every single day I wonder why I haven't been successful at suicide. I attempted so many different times and ways that I ended up just giving up. It hurt too bad to try to keep overdosing. I'm not even good enough to kill myself I suppose. But why? Why am I here? Why can't I die? Why do I HAVE to go through this? My life is completely meaningless and no one will ever remember me. It's too late for me to ever be important. Too late to ever succeed. Too late for me to ever grow up and live. Here's to everyone else out there who is struggling just like I am. This sucks. We're tough. People misunderstand everything we are. I miss being happy. I want to be happy. But I just can't. I know other people have it hard too. I feel you. You are alone. But you're not the only person who hurts. I feel it too. For whatever this is worth to anyone, life is short. And unpredictable. The things I would give for a time machine....