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"a short story"

"What's wrong with me?" she sobbed, her head bobbing from her chest to her back. She cried into her thighs, her head resting on her right arm.

She hated how much she cried. She felt like there was no reason to, she was known to be happy but yet she's cried the most out of everyone. She had a happy life, good home, stable, nice neighborhood, yet she found herself constantly unhappy.

Her low self esteem dropped through her mind like rain drops after a rainy day, never leaving till the sun shined and dried all the rain up.

She wished that the sun would visit her more often.

Her mind was full of regret and fear, her words full of encouragement and positivity.

Only to others of course, her mind would never let her speak to herself that way 

Her mind was like a fungus, growing and multiplying until it's finally infected everywhere. And her mind was far from being infected, but dangerously close to starting.

Her tears dropped down her face, her eyes looking like it held all of the world's sadness in them. Immediate relief flooded through her once she couldn't cry anymore. She felt a slight sliver of happiness run through her once she's cried out her frustrations.

She looked into the mirror, confused by who she saw. This wasn't her, this wasn't the girl who she used to admire.

She saw a mess, and she was determined to undo it. She was determined to become that wholesome person she once was, one small step at a time. She wouldn't let the world defeat her, not so soon and not so fast.

"You cannot hurt me anymore." She spoke to her reflection, her words hard and stale. There was truth in her words however, more truth then anything else she has ever said in her life.

She was going to make her life better, she knew she was.

Because no one, especially herself, was going to get in the way of her happiness.