mental illness ➳ l.t. ➳ with sequel

prolouge

-this book is so medically incorrect I wrote it when I was 12 and I don't know anyone with BPD and I can promise you that what Noelle has isn't BPD, lmao sorry. enjoy tho. (btw this sucks I'm only keeping it here bc it's an accomplishment, yk??)-

Driving to the doctors office seemed to gradually lesson in time. I dreaded going there since it was constantly the same tests over and over again. I looked over at my mom, how happy she looked, and probably felt. I stared at my feet, and felt a tear approach my eye. I wonder how it feels to be happy. I wonder how it feels to be normal. Taking a handful of pills every morning and night certainly wasn't normal. There wasn't any point in living anymore, why are there even people like me out there? Maybe this is why I always have to go to the doctors, those thoughts that always cross my mind. The actions I always do to re-enforce them, and the actions I do to try to make them come true. Yet, I'm still here, wandering the earth with no purpose in life.