I screamed. Nothing would ever be the same. The pressure in my life un folded before I could stop it. It was like a tsunami, and I completely drowned. Tears rushed down my face as I my body shook violently. I hated everything and everyone.
There's always a story about a girl in High school that meets popularity but at the end finds true friendship. There's always a girl and boy. But that's what people called 'sugar coating', or a way to make the story more happy then making it sad shit. It's about time kids learned that Ariel from the Little Mermaid dies in the real book. Or as the werewolf ends up eating little red riding hood and the grandmother. These show something that no author would ever want their readers to read about. Death. It's real, scary, yes, but real. This is that kind of story. The sad story.
Everyone meets a little but of depression. When you do, they always treat you fake, or secretly hope it'll just flow away. But depression is different, it's not what people think. There's a difference, a truth and a lie. At first everyone laughs. They'll never get it. The sadness is deep in the core, and often it just looks like your happy as can be. It may seem your life is perfect. It's not the truth. It was never the truth because there was always another side. We just hide it safety, telling no one our secret. No matter what race, sexuality, size or what you look like, I will always love you because you are perfect just the way you are.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (✿◠‿◠)
The only idea you neglect, is a rule that you always need to remember. No matter what, your not alone.
