Dear Life,
I just want to be freaking happy.
Is that really too much to ask for? Happiness? Is a nine letter word too much to beg for?
And its funny how just a nine letter word can be the difference between life and death. A person who is happy wants to live. A person who is unhappy doesn't. Guess which one I am?
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Anyway, getting back on point, my name is Alex, or at least that's what I'll tell you it is. Later on, I may change it. I'm not too sure yet. I have to find something better first.
But anyways, I'm pretty sure you guys are wondering why I am being forced against my will to write these stupid posts for the world to see (but then again, you may not). If you are wondering anyway, all - or most - of that will be answered in the next post. Maybe. If I feel like bearing my life out to you, I will. Again, that's a maybe. I don't know if I trust you yet. I'm not sure if I trust anyone, for that matter.
The next post will be what some call the "exposition" to my story. You guys will finally be able to see the first part of why I'm so damn screwed up. Yay.
Someone last time wanted my post to be longer. Ha. Did this please you, or do you want to see deeper into the black abyss of my soul? Ha. I said that as if I had a soul. That's comedy gold.
My last pont of the post is that happiness can be something you ask for, but that doesn't mean you'll always receive it. I think some people are meant to be unhappy. Like yours truly, for instance. With that note, have a nice day. Or not. The choice is yours.
Dying Inside, The Outcast.
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AN: Quick question! Do you think its good to incorporate previous comments into posts, or should I leave them out? As 'Alex' opens up, the posts will be longer. Let me know what you think!
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The Outcast.
Teen FictionAfter having to move towns again, a girl who had always been the outcast begins an online journal in order to avoid taking anti-depressants. After moving and meeting a new boy, she realizes that maybe she isn't as lonely as she thought. Told throug...
