Broken

•Chapter 1•

It's hard to believe that there's 7 billion people all living on the same broken planet as you, isn't it? It's also hard to believe that there are about 195 countries within this broken planet that you will probably never see. My name is Paisley Noelle Harper, and I'm broken just like this planet. I'm lonely, and weak, but that's probably what you would expect to hear from a partially broken girl, right? It's rather cliche if you think about it. You'd probably picture me as the type of girl that wears entirely black clothing, along with TONS of dark makeup, right? Not at all. I actually look semi normal for a girl that has been broken. That just proves that you have to get to know a person before you start jumping to conclusions. Honestly, I can deal with being a weakling. It's the loneliness that breaks me the most. I guess that's kind of my own fault though. It's difficult to meet people when you're afraid to talk to them, but why? Why can't I just say a simple "hello," or "hey"? Why must I build my walls so high? I ask myself these questions every single day, yet the answer still remains unknown. Hopefully, I will find the answer, but until then, I will continue conversing with the voice in my head.

•Authors Note•

Thanks for reading! I honestly can't tell you where the idea for this story came from, but it might have something to do with the constant depression I see in others around me. I guess this is just kind of my perspective of what it's like to be a depressed teenage girl.

P.S. This story might not actually be an exact match as to how a depressed teenage girl might feel, but like I said, this is my perspective on it. For the record, I'm actually a very happy person, so it surprises me that I would want to write about something depressing.