I am bored so I will write something depressing.
I call this story Nothing.
"What happened to the way it was before, Why can't things stay the same?" These are the things that go through my mind every day. Who am I? Well my name is Christa and I am a nobody. No friends, no life, no reason for existing. I have no purpose in this world, I am useless, I am scarred, I am nothing. I have nothing but my fear of what's tomorrow that keeps me living in this godforsaken world. There is no reason for me to live any longer, but why can't I do it? Why don't I just end it all? If I have no purpose in this world then what is the point of my existence?! I. Am. Nothing. I have scarred arms. Scarred wrists, but no one cares. I am not important in this world. I have a boyfriend who cares for me. I am his everything. He is popular. He has friends that care. They care about me. I can not leave without killing him inside. I will not hurt him. I will not leave. I will not leave this world. I. Am. Not. Nothing. His friends become my friends. He loves me, he cares. I finally have a purpose . I am important. I am not nothing. I. Am. Important. I am safe from the hell that held me in it's grasp. I am free from the scars thar litter my wrists. I am important. I am free. I am something in this world. I have overcome my fears. I. Am. Not. Nothing.
