The Way I've Lived. - Original Story

Prologue

For what feels like forever, the world has been against me.

Anyone could say that though and everyone would say they're just saying it for attention. If I said it, I'm assuming people wouldn't take me seriously, since that's what every young teenager would think when their mental health is finally kicking them in head.

I would say I'm depressed, but it's not like I'm diagnosed, so I'm not using that word. I'm just tired, or I have the symptoms of depression but I usually laugh it off if someone ever brings it up because I'm terrified of letting my walls down. If someone were to say I have some sort of mental illness because I have the very obvious symptoms, I'd just sit or stand there uncomfortably because I'd hate to be seen as one of those attention seekers.

If I were to expose to everyone what I really felt, I might as well kill myself on the spot. Even though I have thought about it more times than I have thought about eating, there's really no point in telling someone and just continuing life by writing some dumb book that I doubt anyone will read.

I would love to say this is some love story you found whilst looking for something to read. Maybe the two boys fall in love and get married, maybe even get a dog named after something they both love. I'd love to tell you that, but really, I'd be lying. I don't really know what kind of book this is, or what kind of story this will be. But the more you read and the more I write, the more we'll find out.