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Electronic Affection

Electronic Affection

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There's this kid I constantly think about. They barely know me, and barely know them. But they don't know how much they'll mean to me. Shit, I'll possibly even cry for them, or maybe they'll cry for me. I don't know, but I hope they care for me, they way I care for them. This may see as a silly act for a girl, you know, mid-teens and they still believe in unknown love. But that's okay, because they don't know the love. They'll shame me for something they wouldn't know. We barely know each other, they don't know about me crying after watching Forrest Gump, or Supernatural, or crying when My Chemical Romance broke up, even though it was 3 years ago. They don't know about the person I loved, no that I love, will know everything about me. Since the start, they're going to be here. They don't know that when I'm finished, or that when they're done with me, I'll be dead. All these thoughts are flooding me, but I have to forget them if I plan on going to school correctly. I walk in the CTA, stench of heat washes over me, the smell of sweat and coffee sickens me. The seats are too packed to even think of sitting, so I stand, putting my hand in the rubber holder. The bus says and tumbles over pot holes and unfinished work of the Government. It feels like 100 degrees in here, it's stuffy and reeks in here. I hope for my stop to come so I can breath in the air. After 20 minutes, I see Dunkin Donuts around the corner, I reach over to pull the rope that tells the driver to stop. I walk the 4 blocks to my school. I don't see who I wanted to see.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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