A girl who grew up too soon.
A girl who has trust issues.
A girl who always felt alone.
A girl who never was okay.
A girl who loved nothing.
A girl who hated herself.
A girl who was different.
She was that girl. She was the girl who grew up too soon. She was the girl that had trust issues. She was the girl who always felt alone. She was the girl who was never okay. She was the girl who loved nothing. And she would always be the girl who hated herself.
She was the girl who was different. And in this era, different isn't accepted.
Different people were the ones who were sent away to asylums and police stations. They were the ones who were considered 'insane' or 'crazy'.
So she tried to act like she was the same, like she wasn't different. But she was. And no one could accept that.
Later that night she was killed.
She was killed for growing up too soon. She was killed for her trust issues. She was killed for feeling alone. She was killed for never being okay. She was killed for loving nothing. She was killed for hating herself. She was killed, because she was different. And the sad thing is...
She was the one who killed herself.
Lesson~ Being different is good and bad, for the same reason. Its good because you are not the same as others. It's bad because you are not the same as others.
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Short Sad Stories
Short StoryThese are, obviously, short sad stories that will probably get you down. Most of them are connected in some way, shape or form. !¡!¡~ This is old writing, and not as good as I can currently do, but I will not delete it as it is a reminder I can do b...
