Where are you? Why did you go? I know how you feel. You don't want to die. You want to live. You just don't want to live in pain. While the real you lies in your bed with the comfort of your animals and your thoughts just raining down on you, there's another you. The real you.
The real you is sitting at your desk. Doing what you want to be doing but can't make yourself do. While you waste away in bed being lazy you have work piling on your desk.
But you're not lazy. You're depressed and feeling like you lost yourself. There is only one you. The real you. And the real you is the one that feels lost.
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Vent Writing
Short StoryWhat is vent writing? It's writing without a particular character. Writing without a particular story. It can be a poem. It can be anything you write that centers around your emotions. Perhaps an indirect letter to someone. Just anything that gets...
