"Hey, it's ok."
No. Ha, no it's not. I'm dying on the inside, and I don't know why. I'm screaming for someone to come hug me and let me cry... and I don't know why. It's not ok. I've gotten to the point where I don't know who I am anymore. I constantly feel like on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy, and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I. Am. A. Mess. I'm coming apart at the seams...and it scares me. It definitely is not ok. I am terrfied. Terrified the things inside me are the things that will keep me from ever finding a home in someone else.
It's not ok. Because I'm a hypocrite. I tell my friends they have to eat and I don't. I tell them they shouldn't listen to what others say when I do. I tell them they shouldn't cut, but I do. I tell them life is worth living when I've considered suicide. I tell them to be happy when I'm battling depression. I tell them to believe that there is an end, when I don't even believe that.
//This isn't mine! I found this and I really enjoyed it. So I decided to share. Hope you enjoyed.\\
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Just a Mask.
Short StoryJust honest stories about how I felt. This is just a bunch of stories I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe. I hope you enjoy. Please comment your thoughts and what not.
