Imagine not being stable.
Mentally.
Maybe you don't have to because it's already your sad, lonely reality.
But for those of you who have not had the pleasure of experiencing such fuckery, take a moment to hear me out.
It's torture.
If you didn't get that from the first few sentences you might not be the brightest, but you'll come around.
Just think about waking up every morning and knowing you're going to be depressed.
Or worse.
You don't know what emotions you'll experience and when.
It's all a gamble.
Your whole life is a series of guesses and constant coping mechanisms.
You take your pills when you wake up.
You take your pills when you go to bed.
It's all bullshit but it's how some people live.
This isn't living.
This is existing.
I mean, just look at my life.
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Black & White
Teen Fiction*TRIGGER WARNING* If you get triggered easily I recommend skipping this particular story.