"My names Lindsey, I suffer from depression, I'm alright. I have no succeeds or achievements. Next please" this is what I say everytime at support group. Ever since I tried to kill myself I've had To go to this lame ass depression support group. It doesn't help. It's depressing hearing about everyone else's successes when I have none.
I go home afterwards, flopping onto my bed. Tonight was the night that I left this house and country. I couldn't stay here, I needed to leave though soon before my Aunty Georgia came back from wherever she was drunk. My bags were already packed, flight booked and payed, and my flight was in an hour, the airport half an hour away.
The taxi drives away, that was the last time I would ever be in my house here. Thank god. I put my earphones in, with jaesy rae on full volume, humming along.
*boarding the plane*
I walk onto the plane, relieved that there weren't any complications. My seat was H15. I sat next to an old greasy haired guy. Great. I sat down and sighed.
Bye England
Bye home
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Heart Sick
FanfictionShe never thought she would find love, or anything to live for. She grew up with nothing. She trys to end it all but the doctors save her, bringing her back to her worst nightmare. She wants to get away so she moves to the other side of the world...
