I feel ignored. And tired. So so tired. I'm just ready for this to end already. The half term is almost over and I'm going to have to return to the hellhole we're supposed to school.
I just feel like leaving and checking how many people even notice. None, probably. I could die and only the school administration would notice.
Maybe I'm just seeking attention.
Maybe I'm being dramatic.
Or maybe there's just something wrong with me. Because as soon as that fake smile is on my face, nobody seems to care about any of the shit that I have to say.
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Faking Smiles
Short StoryI'm depressed. I'm unhappy. I want to die. The only thing stopping me from ending it all is pretending I'm okay until even I think it's true. But you wouldn't know that. Because you never bothered to ask. *Trigger Warning*
