This story is somewhat fictional and somewhat a part of a real story, seen from my own eyes and felt in my broken, sorry shattered, heart.
Even though I don't believe anyone will read this or will continue reading this, then I want some outlet to let my feelings out before they slowly kill me from the inside.
As the tags read, this story will have nonfictional perspectives from my own life and some fictional perspectives from my imaginations, to further explain how life feels filled with depression and anxiety.
YOU ARE READING
Why can't you see me?
RandomA lost soul floating through time and space on earth. Although not dead, she is still a ghost in the story of others.
