Before all else, I'm a self-diagnose depressed teen.
If you ever find yourself in that sentence you've read and assume that we're on the same ground, I am telling you to quit reading this and neglect that this narrative ever existed because what you're about to read is a suicide note of mine.
I have no idea if this will save you from what you're going through, or this will teach you to start all over again, to decide to live, to love your life, or to unravel the meaning and importance of life.
So just leave and find different literature to read, maybe something that is harmless to your mentality. But if you're still not altering your mind, go on. Keep reading.
Just don't feel warm here, I wish for you to be uncomfortable. I want you to feel frightened, I want your flesh to shiver, your bones to feel frail. I want you to be terrified of turning your back to the life gifted to you.
Because you know? If ever I felt scared? Maybe my reasons to die could've been forgotten and I'm still... enduring.
On the other hand, if you're a mentally stable person, good for you as I already forgot how that feels. How to look at the livelier side of life no matter how obscure and gloomy it gets. So read on, I envy your life.
Anyway, just... keep colliding with happiness, alright?
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Strings That Binds Us
Short StoryEvery midnight, Ingrid has been troubled by countless dreams, but no, it's not merely a dream. They were more like nightmares, and for her, it feels more like a memory. --- Started: September 03, 2021 Completed: September 04, 2021
