Tortured Soul
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Last published Wed, Dec 29, 2021
Hi! I'm Emma Robinson, I'm 19 and I live in Fair Springs California. My life's a rollercoaster, literally. I guess that's what happens when you're bipolar. One minute I have endless amounts of energy the next I'm ready to rip someones head off, or depressed. My moods have always been off for as long as I can remember. It's like I have no control of my emotions. I thought I was nothing but a ticking time bomb. Well that is until I met him.
"I don't care if you have a mental illness, you are more than that Emma, I wouldn't have fell for you if I didn't see you, the real you"
Disclaimer: I do not own any 1D characters I only the made up characters in this story. Also I'm not trying to making fun of people with this mental illness or mental illness in general. Enjoy!
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