A/N: Hello! This is a short story I wrote in class. It is about what goes on in my head sometimes. It deals with suicide at one part. Tell me if I should keep writing. Anyway onto the story.
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Normal: Person
Italics: Me
Bold: My main thoughts
Underline: Social Anxiety
Bold Italics: Spirit
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"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"Of people. Of being judged, scared to walk into a room, scared to voice my opinion, scared to take risks, scared of rejection, scared of.....everything"
"Oh"
"Sorry..."
"Well, Bye."
*See you scared off another person. Way to go worthless shit*
-I'm sorry-
*Worthless piece of shit. No one loves you*
-I can't help it-
*Kill yourself. No one likes you anyway, so why would it matter*
-GET OUT OF MY HEAD-
*I'm here to stay*
-Why-
*Some people deserve a horrible life. You are included*
-It's not my fault. I can't help it-
~I'm sorry~
*SOCIAL ANXIETY NO ONE CARES*
~I'm sorry~
*Stop apologizing. You coward*
~I'm sorry....I'll go now. No one wants us~
*For once we agree*
-You know... I'll do it.-
*What happened? Social? Izabella? Izaac? Anyone?*
•You told her she didn't matter. She did what she was told. Did you not listen? Because of YOU she is gone•
*Who is that?*
•Her spirit•
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With Love,
Izabella/Izaac
