I understand you'll all probably slag me off because i have wrote something that you may deem as"depressing". Well fuck you.
This story is dedicated to a person I was once friends with (over the internet). Her name was Samara and at the age of 14 committed suicide. God bless her soul.
A reflection on dreams, trust, and the weight of a system that tells you your worth. A story of emptiness, silent screams, and the struggle to hold onto hope in a world that seems designed to break you.(Short)