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Thoughts Typed

A Collection of my short thought stories That I found on my Notes

Sad Hope

A sad feeling enters her life
She was just a tool for them to use
Until they got annoyed at her
And didn't want to see her anymore
They talked less and less
Her heart sank and sank

It was happening. The very thing she feared and begged for help to stop from happening. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe her mind had convinced her it was but it wasn't. Her anxiety a scammer. It stole her of her life. Made her paranoid. Made her doubt herself every second of the day. Made her question whether her friends really did care.

But then there was hope. A beautiful yet tragic thing. It comforted her in the dark times and made her keep going. Sometimes it was the only thing saving her in a situation. But other times it tore her apart. She knew the reality but the false imagination caused by Hope was tearing her apart. She's hoped for things to be better with a situation but even she knew is was far beyond repair.

She hoped they weren't sick of her. She had hope that they cared. She has hope that they won't abandon her. But as the days goes on her depression rises and she's left to question reality. Left to question if they truely do care or not.

In the end, she knows they do. But her anxiety still tries to convince her. And for that she is sorry. Sorry that she is forever in this battle against her own mind. Sorry that she needs constant reassurance. Sorry that hope is all she has.

While it Lasts

The girl sits up, thoughts racing through her head at an unhealthy speed. She hugs her plush close to her as her body makes its way down the other end of her bed. Light from the street lamp and moon outside peek in through the opening in the blinds. As the girl stares out at the night, she's overwhelmed by emotions. The salty wet droplets start to form before dropping down her gentle cheeks. Her nose beginning to get runny almost instantly. Toxic voices tell her everything wrong. Toxic voices keep her up, keep her crying. She prays to god and cries silently. Even if she didn't believe in god, she had hope, as small as it was it was still hope. As the droplets fall at an endless pace, her mind spins. After a few minutes the girls mind switches to her phone. She questions whether to pick it up and text her friend. A friend that's been helping her but also laughing with her. The girl hesitates before grabbing the phone and opening up the messages-the bright screen flashing her blurry eyes. She clicks on the chat and takes a few seconds before typing away. Ba-ding! Her friend had replied. Her fingers slide across the letters on the glass, words spewing from her brain onto the text. Sent. She waits and waits, but no reply. She starts to second guess herself, questioning why she did it. Ba-ding! She replied...

This went on for a little while. The girl's smile slowly came back, perhaps her giggles made an appearance. Soon enough she was helping her friend, a flip of situations.

After a little more time, the friends say goodnight to each other-even though one is in the day time.

The girl puts her phone down and smiles. "I'm glad I did that. I'm happy to have a friend like her, even if it's a temporary thing. I just want to enjoy the friendship while it lasts."

My Fault

Is it my fault? Is it my fault?

The girl asks herself this question over and over. She knows that logically it isn't her fault. It was physically impossible. Just bad timing. But she always had this bad timing, causing her to believe it was always her fault. A moment between early and late. She wished things didn't end up like this. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she felt like it was. A tsunami of emotions flooded through her as the clock struck 9 in the morning.