It's me. It's me, it's me, I've stayed myself, I've been myself. But I've changed. Improved.
A little thing called Lexapro came into my life. A big thing called 8th grade happened. Now I am me, and me I will be.
You may wonder, well why is there this story, this text, another one of your sob-story, real-life fantasies? Well, ask Mia. This is all for her. An explanation, a favor, a deed.
I left the last story in a better place. I start this one in a better place. I end it, at this point, on a feeling unknown. I will change one name in this story, and that will be the one lie I tell.
If you skipped to this story, let me implore you to read the first. I am Owen James Farrar, my friends are Mia, Leo, Esters, Blaire, Samuel, Philip, Sommer, Austine. One of those names have been changed.
A list from best to least best:
Mia
Esters
Sommer
Austine
Leo
Philip
Samuel
Blaire
Others will be mentioned, but those not on this list are less important to the story. If you know me and you are not on here, I apologise, no offense to you.
I am less angry, I am less sad. I am more happy, I get more stressed. Anxiety rockets, thought I am too numb to care. Thanks to the medicine, all is okay.
Until Liz came back to haunt me.
Have I really improved? Yes, yes I have. But why? The medicine? No. It's me. Me. Me? Motherfucking me. I have won myself over at last. 8th grade saved me. It brought me to Esters, who stopped the guilt. Though, it brought me to Blaire, who started me happy, ended me badly. 8th grade made Samuel move away, 8th grade continued on.
But God damn you, Liz was still there.
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Eight
RandomOnce again, here I am. Life happened. Life continued. Life has come back. This time, it is a much brighter set of days, a much happier concept. You can meet the new people, like I did, you can see some you're familiar with, those of which, views hav...
