Ever since that horrible episode in my life happened, I have been in this solitary bubble and I am too afraid to come out. I am afraid of rejection. I am afraid of loving and not being corresponded. I am afraid of being myself. I am afraid of living and I can't even help it anymore.
I have been depressed for over a year now. I try, and try and try to make myself forget so I can feel better, but it haunts me every time I close my eyes. People say I want to be this way, that somehow it is all just mental and that I should try and feel better or get out more and make friends, but it is just not that easy to love yourself when you don't even find yourself pretty or even worthy of friendships. My all time social life isn't helping either and I honestly don't have the energy to try and make friends or at least be sympathetic. I just don't think that I have it in me anymore. Besides, who would want to be around the broken girl? *laughs sadly* That's just stupid.... isn't it?
My name is Delilah, and this is my story...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hello there! My name is Nicole. This is my first time writing a story. I hope you enjoy it.
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Repairing my universe. (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionDelilah has been depressed for quite some time now. She's a very difficult girl to understand. She thinks she isn't worthy of love and happiness. But will she ever get out of that solitary bubble? Will she ever give her heart to anyone? Will she ev...
