Alone.
Loneliness.
Lonely.
I hate that word so much.
For most of my life I've been alone. I've suffered without any friends. It makes it even worse because kindness is a weakness.
Bullies see you as being nice? Guess that means punishment.
Helping others out than them? You deserve to die.
It's not okay.
It'll be okay.
It'll all get better soon.
I'm fine.
No. I'm not fine. I need comfort. I need love. I need life.
I need help.
I don't want others seeing me being this weak and pathetic life form. I don't want to be bullied anymore. I don't need those words.
Ugly.
Bitch.
Pathetic.
Weak.
Miserable.
No. I'm not any of those.
Did you hear? She's so alone.
Wow, what an ugly and fat bitch.
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I want to be free of this darkness. Not to be dragged down by the depths of darkness again. I don't want that, nor do I need it.
I need everything that everyone else has.
Love.
Comfort.
Happiness.
Colour.
Not grey.
Not miserable.
Not...
...
...depressed.
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RandomDepression. It's a fearful thing, it can destroy a single life in a few seconds. Words, painful words. Names, pathetic, loser. This is my story.
