Look into my eyes. Do you see it? They are there. Looking, judging. Judging every fucking thing I do, every shit I say. You don't know this pain. You don't hear them. So you can be happy. Aren't you? Yeah, I understand you. You feel like nobody likes you, nobody cares about you. But that isn't true. They are inside your head too. But they are quiet, waiting for that moment when they can start talking. They will be your friends... at beginning. But when you 'll try to be happy again, they'll obstruct you. They'll become your demons, saying you that you're nothing. And you will agree. Because they will knock you down. Till you'll be alone, gone and trying to end your stupid life. But that isn't solution. They'll be with you forever, even when you die. It never ends. Don't worry, will be worse.
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Short StoryThis will be several stories about mental disorders. I know, I don't have it, but I read a lot of books about it and it's my "favorite" topic (to talk about or think). I think that there will be no "story", just descriptions of mental disorders. An...
