I read books. Sometimes play with my cat, Nugget. She's just adorable. I even draw little pictures of houses, flowers, and pretty princesses.
And, of course, contemplating thoughts about death. How pleasant. I like to think I'm normal, but I am not. I think you knew though.
Sulking is just a regular for me now. It's not like I have much to be happy about. I'm an introverted emo with depression, anger issues, and social anxiety. Boy, what fun! Therapists treat me like a fun school project - they pry at my personal history, they eat up my sob story, and then they toss me out when they realize that I can't, nor will I ever be fixed. But it's always the same old story with the emotionally scarred. When I went to school - key word, WENT - my teachers acted like my mental situation was contagious. I didn't get to write my little paragraph on What I Did For Winter Break, or sing the alphabet. I did, however, spend a lot of time in the - made just for me - Don't Act Depressing, Lilly! Corner. Over the years, my school time didn't improve. The teachers and students all made an effort to avoid me, so I was falling behind on the learning curve. I could barely do 5+7, but my teacher informed my family I could write poetry like an adult. Instead of acting like a supporter, my father angrily confiscated my paper and pencil and instead handed me a math worksheet and a mechanical pencil. That did work, but made for an awful childhood. So my mom divorced my father - he was a jerk anyways, Charlie's much nicer - and regifted me with a writing journal and her full support. Well.
If only I was still in nice old first grade.
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The End of the World for Lillian Brown
General FictionLillian 'Lilly' Brown is not your average teen. She bottles up her feelings so that she can avoid her rare "rage periods", and tries to ignore the haters, bullies, and mean girls. But when she finally cracks after holding in her anger at the world f...
