"Happy birthday to me" she said to herself. Just another year in the shadows. She blew out the candles, wishing to die. It's "a nice day out" as her mother said. And she agreed. "A nice day out to fucking kill myself" she whispered as she left the table to use the bathroom. At least, that is what she told her family. In reality, what her family was looking at leaving the table was an exhausted, tired and hopeless girl, who had lost every kind of ambition that things might get better. But of course they don't. They knew this. In and out of therapy, 4 different psychiatrists in the past 3 months. A couple of stays in a couple of different psych wards, friends that were no longer in her life, breakups.
And she was only 15.
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Upgiven
Short StoryA short text, exploring the problems surrounding a girl with mental issues.
