Thoughts.

“I JUST DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” she screamed. “Everyone is always mad at me. I can never live up to anyone’s standards. I’m not good enough for anyone or anything! I feel like my mind is going to explode. It’s overloaded with doubts and worries and fears; pain and hurt and longing and bad bad thoughts.” She started to cry when she realized no one was there but her. 

“WHAT IS THIS HORRIBLE PLACE WE ALL LIVE IN?” she shouted. “It’s so distorted! What’s real? What’s the truth? And how will anyone ever know for sure? I feel so lost all the time. But when I’m with you I feel safe. I never see you anymore. You’ve gone and left me alone. I’m alone. But why am I still here?” She began to weep when she knew no one would answer her.

Everyone looks at me like I’m some freak of nature, or maybe it’s all in my head, she thought to herself. Maybe if I looked and acted like the stereotypical teenage girl, I’d have it easier. I don’t know. I don’t want to be like them. They’re fake and shallow and plastic. I’m me, and I’m the best at being me. But no one appreciates it because I’m so different. Why was I born this way… why was I born at all… she began to wonder as she opened up the cabinet. 

She fell onto the floor and laid in a fetal position. She held her own hand, the longing pulsing through her fingers. Her breaths were uneven and rapid. Her mind spun and shrunk. Her eyes fell back into her head until finally everything was frozen and she could hear nothing. 

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