Try imagining this:
You are stuck somewhere. And you only have two paths to choose from.


One of them has long and sharp needles covering the entire surface of the ground.
You will bleed like hell every time you take a step, as the needles pierce directly into your flesh.
You will eventually die due to excess loss of blood.
And of course, there are simply no words to describe the pain.


Another one ends with the highest cliff in the world, with hard ground below.
And yes, when you jumped down, the falling process will be torturing and terrifying, but when you finally reach the ground, it all ends very fast.
Still, it will be painful, the pain will be far beyond your imagination.
But that's it. Then you are dead. Short and fast.

Now tell me, which path will you choose?

For me, I have chosen the second path.
Yes, it still hurts, but it will be over soon.

Okay, maybe I'm a bit exaggerating here.
It's not like I am coming to a dead end.
It's not like I'm dying, either.
But it's... a bit similar.

Something happened.
With the help of my dearest friend and my own tears I finally realised.
If I carry on what I'm doing now, I will end up in the first path, no doubt.
So I have decided. I will turn around and head for the second path.

"Let's not be friends anymore."

Being friends with him was once everything that I have ever wanted.
Now... my request for him... is directly the opposite.

Having taken the second path, I believe I'm still falling (He didn't give any response, and that's driving me crazy. A part of me is starting to regret it all. I hate myself. I feel so guilty towards my best friends...), for now.

However, my version of story will be a little different.
Yes, I will reach the ground eventually, but my best friends will be there to catch me.
I will be safe in their arms.
I will be reborn.
I will be much stronger, much more confident, ready to face any challenges in life.

I will move on.

another sweetest escape
11:52 PM