Why are you going to the beach?
To swim and exercise?
To play and then be covered with sand and mud?
Or cause its just beautiful there?
I will tell you a story.
About a girl.
Who was visiting almost every day the beach.
She didnt like to do smth exactly there.
But just floating.
Floating on the sea.
The water around her.
The stars above her.
But one day she realised smth.
She does the same thing everyday.
Nothing changes.
She lives in the circle.
But then she realises.
That she doesnt want to break the circle.
She just wants to float all day and do nothing.
Just to float and see the world pass by.
It was 3:01 am.
She was floating.
Somewhere in an another country,
Her family smiles and probably eats breakfast.
Wheres the exit?
Her mind was asking.
Wheres the exit. Please tell me WHERES THE EXIT.
Deep down in the sea. And remember. Try not to breathe.
She responded to her mind.
And this is how a girl end up her life.
Maybe the water is harmful,
But for a suicidal person
Everything is an exit.
Everything is a weapon.
And everything can kill him/her.

Sorry for the photo I had to. OVERLOAD CUTENESS I CANT BREATHE.K bye!