While walking to my house I always get into my thoughts, and what I could do to myself, how many ways I can suffer, and scratch off how many ways I already have.
Although there's music beaming in my ears all day, now in the afternoon is when I start to be more alive, since its only me and my thoughts on a sidewalk.
Depression is more of an automatic thing, the thoughts are inevitable, due to that I automatically think of a car just running over me, and the satisfaction of it, not being me who did it to myself but someone else.
I have a routine down already that I don't even want to think about, but today I do. Today was different. Not my every day, today there was somebody around all the time. I have no idea who or what, I just felt a presence, but I ignored it. I certainly don't want anything to deal with.
This became common for me now, feeling that. Someone or something over you, staring at you, being followed. I started to look around any little signal of anything being different, which I would never actually notice. I found nothing, I'm completely lost again.
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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...
