The Happiest People Project This project is dedicated to helping people with mental illness. More specifically, dedicated to those who are afraid to get help, or are denied help from family because they lead seemingly perfect lives. By sharing our experiences, we hope we can bring attention to the millions of different lives affected by mental illness. Victims of mental illness are not defined by items on a checklist. If someone stumbles upon this page - they'll be able to see just how diverse our lives are, they'll be able to see that mental illness doesn't pick and choose its' victims, and that even "the happiest people" have a deeper story to tell.

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." - Oscar Wilde ///\\\ "Winter Alexander. Blonde hair, blue eyes, suspiciously extroverted, and somehow friends with everyone. It was in my very nature to despise her with all I had in me. I didn't dislike her because I was jealous. That's not even close. The main reason I hated her was because of the undeniable fakeness her persona projects. I mean, there's no way she's actually friends with nearly the entire school. I would go insane if I had that many friends, and so would any normal human being. Also, her near-white blonde hair cannot be natural. Not to mention her eyes. They're so bright and blue that they rivaled Nash Grier's. Those had to be contacts (along with the previously mentioned trash can's, but that's beside the point)." ///\\\ Winter Alexander, a friend to everyone, is head over heels for Jade Summers, a bitch to everyone (there's no point in lying). Luckily Winter likes the challenge, and she has ever since freshman year. With a life that only spirals downward, a question is posed: Will Jade open up? [Co-writing with my friend Dani]

So a kid recently died at our school. Not like I really knew the kid, but it got my writing gears turning. Nick Summers was a perfectly normal kid. Until he committed suicide, leaving his school mates confused as to why he did it. How come someone so small meant so much more?

"i'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head, they beg me to write them so they'll never die when i'm dead" -control by halsey

Because sometimes one person's wish is another person's battle. [lowercase intentional]