Inside the Mind of a Broken Girl

We all have a breaking point. Some can take much more before they reach that point of breaking, others can take very little. Some don't even realize they have met their point and break without a thought. For some it is a series of unrepented events fusing together to make a whole annoying moment so unfathomable that it pushes them over the edge. For some it's just a single pronounced event, however big or small, that pricks them like a pin meeting the rubber of a balloon. Some reach it so often that they become shattered past the point of repair. Some become so broken that they feel the only way to fix it is to end it.
It's sad really that one can break like the fine china in grandma's cupboard, stashed away and forgotten by most. It's sad that even when that china breaks, life moves on, and that once beautiful object is forgotten by all. It's sad that this is how it has always been and will always be. It's sad. Life is sad. We are sad. We are broken, but not as broken as her.

Warning for triggers for self-harm and suicide. This story tackles heavy topics such as depression and anxiety, please don't read if this will affect you.