I have a story to tell. It's not a happy one but it's the truth...my truth. You see, what happens in this story is exactly what happens in my brain. It's not fun. It could be shocking, but to me...it's almost normal. There's no way for anyone to tell my story because I never told anyone...until now...
It started a few years ago. It's getting better but it could get worse. My back-of-the-mind thoughts is telling my brain something bad, something that I never would do. Something that I couldn't do...at least not by myself. The thoughts, oh, the evil thoughts! A view from a window looking at the sunrise or sunset is beautiful and the distance from the ground to a window is perfect for a jump. Right? My body tells me no, but the the bad thoughts say yes! I had enough will power to stay in my looking out than to bust the screen off and stand there then jump. I just asked myself: who would care if I jumped? Or if I jumped then who would show to my funeral? These are the questions I ask myself when the bad thoughts get back. They are always come back but I try not to think about them because I fear that they will get worse.
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RandomLily has gone crazy. She is hearing voices in her head and doing dumb things. Her parents are trying to get her some help but Lily doesn't want it. Can Lily's thoughts save her? Or kill her?
