Mikey:
Today's another day , full of depression, anxiety and stress. "Ah", I sighed. Streaming tears clenched my cheeks. Few droplets, remained forgetting their way. My vision consequently blurred with waves of sadness and regret. "How can I be such an asshole", I begged, weeping, banging my head against the mirror of the window, as drops of rain fell. It's like the weather knew what was up with me. The salty tears calmly flowed into my mouth, tasting my own sorrow. I was so useless and worthless. No one loved me. No one cares about me. I'm just like my father, as my mother would say. Dumb and purposeless. My sadness is a hollowness. I can't tell you what's worse. This pain felt like when someone would tell a joke, and everyone around you laughed and you just couldn't get it. I wanna fit in. I wanna do cool stuff. All I wanted was to get what I need and enjoy my entire school year. B-But all I fucking got, was hatred, rejection and pain.My middle name could literally be torture at this point. All I am is unhappiness , every other emotion pushed from my being. I remembered being such a happy little kid, running around with strangers, at the playground, not worrying about my looks, just having fun. "Now, look at me.", I scoffed. "A useless prick everyone needs from time to time , then forgets." I hated it here.
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Teen Fictionpure sadness and anger, happiness and regret. TW: suicide, self h4rming. (Read at your own risk) "Ever wonder why I'm always there for everyone, but no ones there for me..." Feelings through quotes. Different life stories, that make up the same mean...
