In A Blue Funk   [ON HOLD]

In A Blue Funk [ON HOLD]

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Having all of your life dragged away from you, stolen in a blink and leaving you to die on a silver platter wasn't how I imagined my life would be. I'm Neva Zayden, I suck at everything, I suck at friendships, having fun, living my life and even having a slither of luck. But then there is always the one person in everyones stories that stood out. For me it was Cain Donal, he was always trying to figure me out, to get to know me, to try and have my attention. But I had promised to stay away from him because he was a remarkable person in my life, he tried cheering me up everyday despite the walls I have bulit, despite my uncoordinating self, he tried everything he can to get my attention to him and he never gave up until now. But I on the other hand have done the opposite, I closed every little gap I had with him, I have built walls greater than the great wall of china to keep him away, I have failed every try he made without sparing him a glance or even a whisper and still he chose to make it his duty to make me more like a living person. But what if those walls had a wobbling brick that fell making every little brick fall with it, every single second I wasted trying to stay away have come to no use.
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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