Danny's World

Danny's World

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Danny at the time of writing is 16 years old. He is a budding musician, a soon to be college student and quite a clever person in general. However behind closed doors he has more problems than most know, he's incredibly social anxious, sometimes depressed and struggles to explain or show emotions and feelings to others. Music is his only output but will he ever be confident with his music. I don't know, I am Danny... I am all that you just read and I am all that Danny experiences in real time. This story will be updated whenever things happen in my life that I feel I can write about, writing in the third person about "Danny" helps me truly think about my own feelings and stuff. I guess I find writing a story easier than an autobiography and I'm not that egotistical.
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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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