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||chapter 1|| thoughts we feel||

My life hasn't always been the best. I mean who has a good life? Who has everything go right for them every time? nobody. Life sucks and it makes you feel like shit. Everyone deals with different problems bulling, sa, rape,stalking, depression, anxiety, deadbeat parents, dead family members and other stuff that courses everyone to want to die in a hole. Everyone has their reasons and everyone will die one day.

My name is Quinn and like everyone, I wanna die. Unlike people who have reasons I don't, I just wanna die. But every time I have thoughts about it I can't think anymore and draw in my sketchbook. And for some reason I put on a fake smile and greet everyone I see. No matter what I do. When I act like I normally do at home, by myself in public my friends ask me if im ok. But in reality im tired of pretending. I'm tired of putting on a fake smile and letting everyone think that's how I really am. You could say that's my reason.

When I go to school it's like a loop. It goes the same way everyday. The days become predictable. Everyone acts the same everyday, when the day passes that's old news, when it is the day it becomes enjoyment, when it's going to happen in the near Future people are excited. But the days pass and everyone moves on.

Until one faithful day I met someone I knew I wouldn't leave behind. I won't ever disappoint them. They mean the world to me. And I'll try my best to make her happy.

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So currently when making this I'm sick. And I don't care this brings me joy.

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