The girl with red hair? Oh, she is fine... I mean she is doing good... maybe she is doing alright... fine, she isn't well... but she doesn't know what's wrong. She doesn't understand her feelings, she's more than just confused. One second she is laughing and filled with joy and then another second pass and she is crying, kicking and punching the wall, screaming wanting to disappear, feeling emotions that hurt but she has no words to express them. She can't tell you how she feels!!! SO STOP FUCKING ASKING... you are just making it worse... "helping" is not helping at all. Leave her alone... Leave the girl with the red hair alone. She'll be fine, she'll persevere through this.. she will right? RIGHT!? She has to... I-I can't lose her. She has to.. she will... she must... If she doesn't, I'll just lose myself... And this time I know that she isn't coming back... I can feel it... she is gone.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThe Story Of My Life is a book composed of unrelated pieces of writing, of which most were written during stressful times or after a very long crying session. This is my unique way of crying out for help, I hope you all enjoy my tears and sucky piec...
