'Til Death, We Do Art
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 51m
  • Reads 104
  • Votes 41
  • Parts 12
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Aug 30, 2021
"I lie every day. Every. Blessed. Day. I get up, I go to school and I lie. I lie about my happiness and I lie about my pain. I lie about how I'm fine, when really I'm dying inside."

     I said those words. And meant them. Because it's true, I live a constant lie. The only time I don't have to is when I paint. If only people knew the real me, the real Chloe. The one who's depressed 24/7, than they'd understand. 

     Than it gets bad, really bad, and my best friend tells me to run away to find a new purpose in New York City. So I do. And I find out it's possible, actually possible, to not have to live a lie everyday. And let me tell you, it is the best feeling in the world.

     Hey y'all! Rosie here! Thanks so much for checking out my story. This is based off of when I had depression and if you have it or ever have please give it a read. I'm making it to show other people how we feel everyday, because I wished someone did that for me. Thanks, y'all are the best!
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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................