He said i have schizo...schizophrenia i tried to call my boyfriend it didn't work his number it was gone i had my mom take me home instantly i look at my borde i have of all my boyfriends love letters there pieces of trash random pieces of trash i couldn't believe it everything made sense my friends never saw him because he wasn't there he was never there people stared at me in the hallways because i was talking to myself handing things to myself running from and staring at myself.
I'm 23 now. I still experience small fixation of my mind i have medication but i am not healed 100 percent its scary you can never tell what's real and what's not i worry but not as much i have a real boyfriend now i know for sure he's real i promise.
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Short StoryThis is a short story of something I'm actually thinking Of writing please do not used this for yourself I would just like feed back on how it is
