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I Guess, I'm A Sad Sack

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"I lay alone on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. The slow violin and piano ensemble starts to play in my head. I take a deep breath in and release it as slow as my inner being is breaking every single day. The more I breathe the more it hurts, the more it feels like I'm breaking and the emotions overwhelm me and are about to explode all over. But I fight them, I won't let them show I'm too scared of what might happen if I do." I finish. 

"And what makes you feel this way?" She asks. 

"I don't know, I feel like I'm depressed. But I don't really know what depression feels like. So - I guess I'm just a sad sack." 

~•~ 

No one teaches you how to be a human, we just get dumped on this planet with other people and get told to live. 

Meet Orabelle - she's an average human being, and like all other humans on this planet she's going through "that stage". You know, the sad stage everyone goes through in life eventually. Where life was going so great then all of a sudden you get a wave of confusing, depressing  emotions and a bunch of hurdles thrown your way. 

Well, that's life I guess.All Rights Reserved

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