I'm......scared....
I...I...don't know who I am anymore...some days I'm happy and cheerful, other days I'm so depressed...I bottle up everything and can't seem to get a hold of myself....
I want to spill, I want to scream all my problems out on the top of my lungs outside... but obviously I can't, my friends are going through their own problems, which are worse than mine so who am I to put more pressure on them. I'm already worthless but I'm so confused on my true self part of me doesn't want me to say I'm worthless and put a funny joke in there. Heh, for at least a week I want to act like the person deep inside of me. But for now I might as well be the other me.
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The Reason Love Is Hell
Teen FictionA story of a girl who goes through tough times, but never gets love. This is a true story with names, ages, and locations switched for security reasons. Warning, depression, sadness, and suicide is mentioned quite frequently, also some girl and gi...
