December 05, 2015
I was talking to my dad the other day. I found out about 5 weeks ago that I wasn't as healthy as a 14 year old should be. I've been stressing so much over it, especially my parents and my little brother. I don't know why, but it hurts to see them hurting because of me. So anyways, I was talking to my dad and he brought up depression. I mean, I think I've just been trying to run away from the fact that I may be depressed, but I couldn't run forever. I've always been the person that helps people who felt sad or didn't feel okay, but now I need someone to help me. And I'm scared. I am so scared, but I don't like putting that out there so much. This is scary. Never had I thought I would be the soul pleading for help, but I am.
I'm sorry for putting this out there, I just had to say it but I couldn't to my friends, nor my family, nor my counselor.
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The Maze Runner Imagines
FanfictionI've always loved writing, but I've always been horrible at making an entire story. Short imagines are definitely a great way of sharing my writing, and so that's why I do them! I absolutely love The Maze Runner trilogy. I hope you enjoy my imagine...
