November 11th
I have so many masks I put on every day that sometimes I forget which one is real. When I fall down the never-ending hole my monster digs, I know I have to pick myself back up and keep going. Sometimes you’ve got to be your own hero and save your own little heart from the monsters.
It’s time for me to write a better chapter to my life…
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Despondency
Teen Fiction~. Despondency: Low spirits from loss of hope or courage; Dejection: an air of despondency .~
