I saw you in my dreams again. We were trying to hid ourselves from your parents. But when they found out, strangely, they weren't mad. Almost like she'd regretted what she had said to me and she was happy I was there. I was happy we were together. I'd be happy if we were even able to text again. Not even together. But able to text. I miss you.
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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.
