A Story That Ends Before It Begins

A Story That Ends Before It Begins

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Theo Reed has always felt like he was meant for the stars. Space has been his escape-his constant, his dream, the only thing that has ever truly made sense. But here, on Earth, nothing does. School drags on in a haze of exhaustion. Friends who care feel distant, no matter how close they are. The body he lives in doesn't feel like his own, and the future he once saw so clearly slips further and further away. As the months pass, Theo's world begins to unravel. The weight of waiting, of pretending, of holding on when he isn't sure he can, pulls him under. His journal entries capture every fleeting moment-laughter with Hazel and Ellie, long nights gaming with Myles, the eerie shadows in the corners of his room, the nights spent staring at the stars, longing for something beyond all of this. A story of identity, isolation, and the quiet tragedy of a future slipping out of reach, A Story That Ends Before It Begins is a hauntingly intimate glimpse into a mind on the edge, a boy caught between the life he dreams of and the one he can no longer bear.
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.

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