"Heavy is the weight that I hold, The weight that I hold, I carry it cause it's all that I know, This is all that I know, Pressure on me, Pressure to be, True to who I am, Heavy is the weight, The weight that I hold" -Memphis May Fire, "Heavy is the Weight"
I lie to everybody. I lie about my feelings. I lie about who I am. I lie about what I do in my free time. I lie about everything.
For almost 2 years I've been lying to people and saying I'm fine when clearly I'm not fucking fine. I've got screws loose. I'm fucking crazy. I'm going crazy right now.
I tell people things about me that just aren't true. I tell people I'm strong, but you're reading this right now and do I fucking seem strong to you? I'm tough all the time except when I'm alone. That's when the voices take over and they turn me into this hollow shell of a human being.
It's hard to lie to everybody. Sometimes I want to tell my cousins that I can relate to their depression, but if I tell someone I'll be looked at differently and treated differently. I hate lying, but that's the way it's gonna be.
I know this is short, but it was the end of a mental breakdown.
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Fat Girls Romance
Non-FictionGrace is an overweight teenager. She has acquaintances, not friends. She has crushes but shut them down when she sees what they are really like. All Grace wants is romance, but she feels that she will never get it because she is overweight. This is...
