As I look up at the stars, shining like there's no tomorrow, I never realized how much time we spend complaining. And how much time we waste on complaining while we do nothing about the things that are wrong in our lives. I decided that after I write my complaints down, then, that is the perfect time to find any way I can fix my problems. Sitting on a roof in the middle of winter is the worst thing to do. But when you're already numb...it doesn't do much anyway.
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The diary of a depressed teen.
Short StoryContains depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm references, and my strong opinions about everything I'm angry about at the time of which I write each chapter. This is just how I feel my life is going right now.
