I REMEMBER A SHORT STORY NAMES “THE LAST LEAF” BY 0 . HENRY (1862-1910). WHICH WAS IN 9TH STANDARD ENGLISH SYLLABUS IN BURMA BACK IN 1986-87. I JUST WANT TO THINK ABOUT JOHNSY POINT OF VIEW ON THIS CRAZY WORLD.
FULL OF TEAR ON MY EYES, CRYING MOST OF THE DAY, NO ONE SEE THE WOUND IN MY HEART. I HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH DEPRESSION FOR YEARS. I JUST WANT TO CURL UP IN THE BED AND DISCONNECT FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD.
WHY DO I KEEP GETTING OUT OF BED EVERY MORNING? I HATE IT. I HATE MY LIFE. AND I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE THIS LIFE. WAITING FOR THE LAST LEAF FALL…………..
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