in the lowest moments in life, any soul will ask 'what if i die?' what if the world wouldn't have to encounter with my lack of happiness? what if i'm one less trouble to people? i have cried so many times in bathrooms, and yet once i decide to go out, i made sure that not even one single human being on this earth knows. i made sure to show the picture i want to people, maybe someday the picture i show will become truly me. this fake smile stuck on my mouth, repeating the words 'I'm fine, It's okay, Don't worry' again and again and again...but well...i'm not. i keep blaming my anxiety,and yet sometimes when i'm alone, i know that i'm the only one to blame. i prefer being alone, it is the only moment where i know i fit in. i run away from being unhappy but it keeps finding its way back to me. What if i die? will you remember the words you slaughtered me with? will you remember the fake rumors? will you rem...