Shakespeare Makes More Then Plays

Prologue

Depression;
Depression; Feelings of severe despondency and dejection.

That's the definition right? But how does it really feel? Does it come feeling fast, and painful? Or is it slow, and excruciating?

To be honest, it's both.

Yet people can't see it on my face in my heart, or in my words. Why you might ask?

Because I'm an actress.

My role is a seventeen year old, Shay-shay who's popular, pretty, smart, and has all the boys lusting after her. Exactly what society wants, loves and needs.

She's fucking great, what can I say?

While the actress is seventeen year old Shayla. She wasn't popular, pretty, smart, and has no males after her.

What society hates.

Society is her audience.

The thing is, Shayla hates the audience right back. However, instead of acting on it and spitting on their damn shoes, she plays her part, smiling, pretending she has it all together, not leading on to the fact that acting in this show has a toll.

What's the toll?

Her heart?

Her mind?

Her soul?

Maybe even her very own life? why does it have to be this way though?! Why can't the real people be the ones recognized?! If they were I- she. She, wouldn't have had to take this role

Maybe, just maybe if the world wasn't filled with actors pretending to be what society needs- then society might not have needed them in the first place.

Actors decorate everywhere you look, like ornaments on a tree. my dear friend don't you realize your best friend could be one? Simply waiting to stab you.

Shayla wishes she could spit on society. The one thing that prevents that is the fact that an actress can't spit on her audience can she? No. She'll get cut.

Another thing that can affect an actress is feelings. What if she falls for another cast member? The heart wants what it wants, how is she supposed to know if it's the actor or the character whom she loves? She doesn't. That's why I'm emotionless. But the thing is,

That's how I like it.

No one can hurt me this way, it's protection. I do have a boyfriend but we're only in it for the popularity, he's actually planning on breaking it off tomorrow.

I won't miss him.

At least I hope I won't.

Anyways, prepare yourself. Because this is what my life is like. I'm not prepared for any of it, so I think you should be.

But know, I'm strange. My heart, my soul, my mind, and my being can act insane. I wish I didn't. I really do. But that's life isn't it?

So turn the page, get comfortable, because we might be here for awhile.

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Hello my beauts! I know this chapter is kind of short, that's why I started with two. I'll try not to have to much cringe but I'm an angsty teen. What else do you expect?

Yours, 
             Kitty

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