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xviii. Absolutely Average ✴️

xviii. Absolutely Average ✴️

Shine was an average high school student. Average grades. Average social life. Average friends. Average physical appearance. Nothing special at all.

Shine often faded into the background, even though her name always seemed to suggest otherwise. It was hard for her, having a name and not reaching its glory by epic proportions.

New kids are supposed to be fascinating. Usually they're popular, or become so. They're attractive and unique, they make people want to know them.

Not Eric. He had never been the 'cool' one. People ignored him. He wasn't anything special. And he didn't move to Shine's town because his parents died, or anything tragic or fascinating.

It was a job relocation of his father.

And as Eric fell through the ranks of Brookside High and settled at about Shine's level on the social ladder, they formed a connection.

Even though two average people alone might be average, two average people in love are anything but.

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This is gonna be a really deep authors note. If you don't want to read it, it's fine. Hopefully I'll update soon.

Thanks! Bye.

And if you're still here:

So no. This isn't some deep topic about depression or suicide or abuse. It's about average-ness. Sorry.

I haven't posted in a while. I apologize. And no, I'm not discontinuing this book. I've just hit a rough patch.

I doubt any of you out there in the cyber world know, (I should certainly hope not) but I suffer from depression and low self esteem (like rock bottom). (And other medical issues. But depression is being a butt right now.) And, I used to hurt myself. And sometimes, I want to pick up that razor again and start again.

I'm on medication. And sometimes it works. But sometimes it doesn't. And now is one of those times that my medicine isn't doing anything. I just feel pointless, life feels pointless. And I'm not asking for sympathy. Promise. I'm not even asking for votes. (And this is literally the one time that I'm not begging you from my phone screen.) I'm just tired. I'm so tired. I have to fake that I'm better, that I'm happy, and I almost forget myself.

But I'm really not better. And I'm gonna have to carry this about my entire life. And I'm going to continue to perfect my mask. But my point here is depression and self harm is not a joke. And I don't think people get that. You might think I'm the biggest hypocrite when I say this but please refrain from judgement: people glamorize it. And I know probably a good 25-50 percent of people on here have depression or anxiety or panic disorders or something. And that's why they're here. But books glamorize it. Saying "hey, I'll just throw this in the plot to show a damsel in distress and then the main character guy will save her and all will be well," is not what really happens. Yes, I write plots and stories about it. But I experience it. Does that make me qualified?

Yes, sometimes people get saved. Sometimes they get saved by a hot guy. Sometimes it's music. Sometimes that happens.

Sometimes people don't want to be saved, though. I thought I could be the damsel in distress because I perfected my act so much.

But after today, I know I'm in too deep. No, I'm not going to run off and kill myself at a moment's notice. But life is a chore, it's a struggle now. I'm sorry if this hurt you. But please don't make it attractive to be suicidal or depressed.

It's not.

Very sincerely,

Kristine