It's 10:50pm . I am standing in front of my mirror , looking at myself . I quite never liked the way I looked . But it was not that that I was looking . I was looking into my sadness , my emptiness , all the weight that I am carrying on . My eyes were telling that openly even though I've done anything to hide it . They are preaching for help . I don't know how anyone till now did not ask me how I am ? Did they not care? or are the frightened by what I hold? I think that's why I am so horrible at making eye contact . I am afraid of someone seeing the hurricane inside of me . I am afraid of exploding . I never wanted being liked or touched . I guess I was afraid because I craved it too much . I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break .
My tears were running down my cheeks .
For a moment I thought " at least I know my darkness" I know how to fix me I know how to cheer me I make me laugh .. but it feelt terrifying after . I didn't want to fix myself anymore I didn't want to help myself . I want to be fixed . I wanted to be helped ...
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A Miracle
Short StoryI needed to be somewhere different . Maybe I needed to be someone else , too. But this story is about , me , my life and my mind .
