Hi there. My name is Destiny Gray, and I am here to tell you about my life. No, this isn't going to be one of those stories where I go through some shit, find a guy, fall in love with him, blah blah blah. That stuff only happens in movies and books. Sad fact is, this is reality, and my reality is no walk in the park.
My reality is having a druggie for an older brother, a compulsive liar for an older sister, an annoying little brother who is oblivious to the world that is crumbling down around us, two parents who are assholes. Then there is me. I am the loser in the family. I am the one in elementary school who had no friends, only people who either pretended because they felt bad for me or made fun of me. I'm still pretty sure my closest friends are pretending.
I am also the loud one, and I am the one who talks too much, and nobody wants to date me. I can be rude, sweet, stupid, annoying, and funny.
Oh, and one little thing I forgot to mention, I have Chronic Depression. Isn't that a real ice breaker? Now if I am being completely honest, it sucks. I'm not saying that it's as bad as some people, but it is a hell of a lot worse than most.
Depression is a weird thing. People who have never experienced it are lucky, but they shouldn't act like they understand. They think that when someone is depressed, all they feel is sadness and pain. I'm going to tell you right now, that is untrue.
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The Broken China Doll
Non-FictionCan you think of me as a china doll? I am easily broken. It is as if I have been dropped and broken. You can pick up the pieces and put me back together, but some pieces will be missing. Now imagine I was dropped again, this time I was also stepped...
