Dearg Stories

Dear G, I'm all messed up. Please notice me. Yours truly, Anne.

Just sitting alone was hard enough. When she was with people, she felt alone. When she was alone, it was like her heart felt like a clichéd pit of despair and extinction. She constantly thought that life was an illusion. She didn't have any reasonable reason to why. She had a great life: loving parents, a supportive household, steady relatives, and generically dainty friends. Something was missing. Why did it feel like something was missing? What was missing?