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Another day was just another day. It seemed like everything was the same. Kind of like deja vu. I was getting tired of just existing. Heck, I am tired of being here. I haven't been happy in months. I haven't felt anything for 2 months. Not physically but emotionally.
I haven't gone outside for a week. No one has even noticed. Not my mom and not my dad. Not even my little sister. Not even my brother. Not even my job... I'm 15 and almost 16! People my age mainly go partying. But why am I just here doing nothing? Just thinking? Just breathing?
I wish everything was back to normal. I wish I was back to normal. Normal was a year ago for me. I was happy. I had friends. I loved my life. Now I just hate it. I hate myself.
This empty void has been here for 7 MONTHS. At first I wanted help. Now I don't want any help. I don't need any help. People have bigger issues than me. I am just fine.
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I woke up in my black and white room. My room smelled like complete utter garbage. I couldn't even speak. I could barely breathe. And well I just smelled like vomit. I haven't showered in almost 2 weeks. I walked over to my bathroom. Everything was so luxorious looking.
I use to take care of myself. I still had all my face masks and perfumes. I just didn't use them. The shower was squeaky clean. I wonder who had washed it.
I jumped in and took a bath. The bubbles were so crystal clear. With a tint of rainbow. My bubble bath was pineapple scented. My favorite fruit is pineapple. Pineapple always makes me happy.
So my mood got a bit better because of that. My body was was pina colada with a hint of vanilla. I scrubed really hard. I tried to scrub my sadness away. It was still hear. My brown skin started turning red a bit. I still rubbed my skin roughly.
Skin was peeling off and I continued. I was in a little bit of pain. I stopped and relaxed. Tears started streaming down my face. "Let's just get on with this day, Adisa." I said to myself.
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Vote please and comment down your opinion so far! 💚 I know it's a bit sad. But I promise Adisa has happiness coming to her soon.
Note: This story starts out crappy. But just keep reading. I promise you it gets better
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i don't need your help //BWWM
Teen Fictionabout a black girl and her issues and a little about a white boy about depression and suicidal ideation about #blackgirlmagic not your stereotypical mental illness book and no this boy doesn't "save" her or makes her mental illness go away // trigge...
