I swear she tried, she tried to dry her tears, she tried to stop it from flowing on her cheeks, she tried to stop her tears from wetting the pages she writes on, she tried to write happy stories, she tried to think happy thoughts and to anticipate a happy future that may or may not await her. Yet she still couldn't help but to cry at night. Can you here her sobbing at night when the world is asleep and at peace? She writes the saddest stories, but even the saddest of the saddest stories can't compare to how she's breaking right now, in real life.
And I swear she tried her best to rewrite this story, her story, but her tears had already smudged her words, clouded her vision, and ruined her hope.
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RandomDepression is the feeling of someone whispering in your ear and telling you that you are worthless. Every time you make a mistake, you keep getting reminded of it, it's never painless. From these mistakes, it makes you reckless. Now you ask yourself...
