Depressingish Stories

Hey! 'Sup! Hi! Whazzzzup? Howdy! Greetings! Salutations! However you things greet yourselves; hello! As the title says, this is me writing about my depressingish, so-not entertaining, somewhat relatable, life problems. I'll be writing about what I think is wrong with society, and the world, today; my personal problems; problems that some of us face a lot; and other random crap that pops into my mind. All being told in a sarcastic voice (Which you can totally hear. Because the Force is connecting my voice and thoughts through you.).

I was just a girl. The girl who was bullied and picked on for being small and mute. I didn't think I would become what I was now. I didn't even know how I became this way. I was just the girl who never knew.

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The way you treat is unfair. The way you leave me, isn't right. But its okay because we always com running back right? Call once a week when your not locked up. Write me a letter while you're in jail right? I burn it up. Everything you gave me. Those are just memories. Buried in my back yard. You called me today asking how was I. I'm fine, how are you stranger. Your answered me with worries. But after everything you've done to me there not much for me to do. We both go silent, I think of suicide. My mother doesn't believe me my friends laugh. I'm locked in a world with no one to listen. I feel i have trust in no one. I have no one but myself by side. I pray to God every night for a better day. You hurt me. I cut, i cried, i prayed. Nothing saved me from you. But I praised, and thanked you, for the half emptiness of willingness you gave me.

The undead walking around, everywhere you looked. Everyone you knew, and once loved gone. But all Kate could think was, why? Until she met some people that changed her life,until the end. (Warning this may be depressing to some people)

Warning: This does not have a theme and is simply about things that took up my thoughts. This is as random as jelly beans. Read at own risk. Not all the things I have written about are things I have experienced. When reading this, you may simply read all the poems or go to the chapters and pick something you are interested in. If this bores you, you just wasted a couple of minutes of your life for nothing. If you chose to read this, thanx a bunch of flowers child. I have written a book in the past and has some/if not most of the poems but it was written by a old me and it was not edited.....AT ALL.

I read a book that only had 6 words. So I decided to do my own 6 worded story with 6 chapters