Depression anxiety misfortune

Depression anxiety misfortune

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The only words I ever knew growing up, a small town girl just born in the wrong place at the wrong time. My mother has always told me that I was only as misfortunate as my "depression and anxiety" that my mother so told me all my life. Welcome to my story.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One night out at a club. One moment of shocking realisation and pure bliss. Five months of irritation and hard work. Not exactly what you'd call fair, but she never wanted a mate in the first place, wasn't looking for one, so it's technically his fault for being there. Despite what he thinks he was just in the right place at the wrong time, and she was not happy about it. Not. One. Bit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The name's Darren and when I found my mate I thought we would be together within a heartbeat, that one look and we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other. So when I found my mate in the centre of the new darkened club on 81st Street in Manhattan, I expected her to run to me and I would wrap her in my arms forever, but I could never have been more wrong. "Woah, hold the phone! What do you think you're doing! I don't need another of you wolves coming after me cause you think I'm your mate! I'm just a DJ now leave me the fuck alone!" When she shouted that in the alleyway behind the club something in me must have snapped, because that was when I threw her over my shoulder and walked away. That was when I decided to kidnapp my mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a short story. All of the characters and events are from my own imagination, All Rights Reserved to @phsycodelicsquirrel

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