I can't explain the thoughts, feelings or actions anymore. It's just this feeling of complete loneliness now, though I know I have people who are there for me and love to the end of the earth and back
Yet I seem so distant from humanity, this castaway with different emotions, and this alien to earth's weird popularity contest of "who's got the best hair" or "Is up to date on the newest trends' '. It's all one big contest and I'm in dead last
Depression and Anxiety are words people have given a terrible definition too, If you dare say you have anything out of what's considered "natural" people feel sympathy for you
Because you feel different
Because you've suffered something so bad that it's changed you
God forbid you're just a little different and everything falls apart
So you put on an act, you know what I'm talking about, waterproof makeup just in case, the constant saying "I'm fine just tired" you start doing it so often to where you try and trick yourself but you make it worse
You get angry. Angry at the world for making you this way, angry at the universe for giving you the crappiest cards in the deck to win your hand, then finally angry at yourself for letting you get this way
You think about how it used to be and "How it once was" then you snap
You don't show up to school for a week because the smallest thing will set you off, you barricade yourself from all human kind and you tell yourself "You're protecting them"
But you lose yourself, suddenly you don't know who you are anymore
Sound familiar?
Then when you come back you say you were sick and make up excuses to why you didn't pick up the phone or answer those texts and go back to what you consider "normal"
As days go on you became accustomed to the daily struggle of people leaving, dying or cutting all around you and you're used to it.
Until the one day where you mess up and the one person you counted on leaves
EVERYTHING YOU DID FOR THEM OUT THE WINDOW IN A SINGLE DAY
You're lost, not knowing what to do
You feel a numbness inside you
You tell one person just to make it better. And eventually you find true happiness again, but there's still a small piece of yourself you'll never get back.
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Short stories and other
RandomJust a few short stories, poems, and other things I've written over time