I got depressed shortly there after. Like really depressed. I was sitting in class and attempting to work on my project when I felt myself losing it. It quite literally felt like I was going insane. I was losing myself. I didn't want to do much anymore, I still did homework just to distract myself. Nights were the worst, when it was time to sleep. I couldn't shut my spinning mind off. I was trying to figure out where I went wrong, where I made my mistake. I couldn't help but think about it. I wanted answers. I desperately wanted to talk to him. I wanted to get my answers from him, but I couldn't form the words out loud. In my head I made every perfect argument, asked each question articulately. In my head I also found a way to get him back, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. But I so desperately hoped. With that desperate hope I began to go dark. I sunk even lower into depression, thoughts of cutting again surfaced and maybe even suicide. I'd lost three people I'd cared deeply about within the span of less than a week. It felt like I had nobody anymore.
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Finding Him, Finding Me
Non-FictionNova Winchester wasn't always named that, it's the name she chose for herself. Her real name Kendra Lynne. After a depressing end of sophomore year she blossoms into fullness after working at a local theme park, when her junior year begins she meets...
