Imagine

I know a few things about life ; like your suppose to be grateful for the things you have. Take what comes your way and get through it. Don't expect too much , because you'll only get disappointment.

But what if you don't really have much things to be happy with .Or the battle that came to you was still going on . And maybe you can't really help expect things. What if you could not only be depressed but also done. Done with everything. With life. Humans .The pain. The battle. What if going away really was the only way out. Because everything else just seemed to fail. Yes you would feel lost. Abandon . Under estimated. Betrayed. Alone. Dead. Because life would hit and hard. You wouldn't want to keep on living and suffering . Because what's the point of being alive if you don't have anything to live for. Maybe you might not understand me. And that's okay . Because at least your here ,alive, reading this story at this very moment. Now I want you to continue staying that way to read more. And if you don't feel better by the end than eat something you love. Or do something you've never done before. That's not harming yourself. Draw unicorns or think about them or even go outside , no matter what time it is  to see the world. The Earth . The sky. Please. Because at the end life isn't hard , its the people in your life who make it hard. Parents , Family , Friends , Teachers , People in general. Now I'm sorry if I'm not as great as these other writers . I try , I really do. But once I know this is going to be out in the open , I get my anxiety attacks. I freeze, not knowing what to write. So please excuse the crappy story cx. And I love you. Even though I don't know you , I truly believe you are special. Everyone is but somewhere along the way we get messed up by the way things turn out for us. But I know you have a purpose . So stay with me while I write this story. Please . Your internet friend ,

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As she walked to her bus stop , she noticed something peculiar . Which was weird , because nothing special happened earlier that morning . The same routine; wake up , take a shower , put on clothes , eat breakfast , argue with parents , play with the dog , and go to the bus stop.Nothing interesting happened in her neighborhood , same judgemental people everyday . Nothing extraordinary. But it was particularly that day . That she saw two birds , on a branch in a high tree. The mother bird , or so it seemed , was trying to show her little one how to fly. The little birds cries were what alarmed her. They sounded so much alike like a humans cry. She stayed there for a couple minutes trying to see if the bird would actually jump. But it didn't .She understood the bird , like it wasn't ready for that kind of risk . It reminded her of her life at her house , house not a home.

It reminded her of how parents treat their kids . Well at least her parents . They treat her like a little kid , but they expect her to act like an adult . What ?!