Every day I live regretting the choices that I've made and the ones that I haven't. The chances I could have taken but didn't. All the what if's, and how everyone's life would be perfect if I didn't live.
Nobody cares about me. Anymore. Since the start of my depression all the relationships with any human has been deleted, like it never happened, but yet I still have the scars. I turned everybody off, put them on mute constantly and focused on music, and reading, and anything that included separating myself from real life. And drifted into a world of pure fiction, with fake people, and perfect lives.
I can walk into any room without anyone even noticing, you would think I would love that, but deep down all I'm trying to do is be normal, but with a higher level of difficulty, It's just not in me anymore. At school I'm quiet, listening to music while the teacher speaks, not learning, nor absorbing anything but my sadness. I am that kid that is unknown, that no one even knows their name after spending a whole year with them. I am that kid.
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A Stalker's Spot
Teen FictionA damaged girl called Halsey, is affected by her depression disorder, which makes her have a different perspective. Her life was normal until he showed up. She was always closed off to the world, until he opened her like a petal, but he's not the cl...
