#229 Prologue. I didn’t know I would break. This quick. Wasn’t this just great. The old me was back. Savouring and munching into my soul. I thought I could get away. From all the mess. But no. Mercy was not to be found. Because in this universe, world, never was there mercy. I pity myself. All the lies. False character. Trying to cope. I thought I could. I thought wrong. Covering up, my specialty, surfaced yet again. This was a tactic, at first. Then turned sour, into a bad habit, a shady mist that would engulf my soul in whole, depression underlying the whole cause. Hope. What is hope? The slim chance of redemption, the reminder of potential. Disappeared. Left with it was a hunk of junk, a coating too small, it was never going to hide it all. Where would I be, if I had kept that hope…maybe a better place. But no, here was I, depressed, unenergetic, breaking, fast. Very fast. I thought secondary school was a new start, but oh was I all wrong. This was getting worse. I need help. Quick. Suicidal thoughts float in my head. Where could I find help? There never was any. I had to rely on my own. Counselling wasn’t an option, I hid my secret personality behind the unsuspecting eyes of parents. I was the only option. Or were my friends an option? No. Resolve and restraint. I have to conceal, I must not feel. But the emotions pour out, vivid in fashion. I would never run away, maybe never. But if I will, oh it would take a miracle. The beginning of the end. The end of the beginning. Which was this? Probably thee shall know soon. Or would I even last to know? I don’t know. (a fictional story based on a true story) Admin Katniss: I can relate #deep #thefeels
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 12:55:44 +0000
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