I was scared. At this very instance, I couldn't do anything, my body froze and watch in dispare as all my friends were leaving me; one by one... not even one caring for me or what I could feel. They all listened to a stranger, a new person that doesn't even know me and who just talked shit about me... but, why? They are... my friends, they know me, they know that's not true... right? They didn't just, use me... right? They... all know me...
As the year passed, my feeling of loneliness grew. But I just put on a smile so everyone can appreciate me, but that's not who I am... they just like this... awkward me that I call myself. This whole persona is ridiculous... I can't stand it, but people talk to me now and enjoy my company. My family also said that I was better this way... listening to what they say and just putting on a smile. That is all. That's all they want. They just want someone to listen to them and smile, as long as they don't see you sink down an abyss of problem, they continue their masquerade... you talk to them about every common thing that happened and they just turn it about a story involving them. But you don't say a word, because you need help, but nobody is going to provide it. You just hear them complain about their meaningless problems, that wouldn't even be considered a problem because of how stupid it is! I can't, okay! I need someone too! But the last time I did that, everyone got away from me as I was depictured as a crazy freak who just cared about themselves!! Please, just one person out of this ocean of people :
"Please, help me..."
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عشوائيJust some random burst of writing energy (and some random bs lol) Also, if you want to use it as the beginning of one of your story (or even a part of it), feel free to use! Thanks for reading in advance!
