I'm ..Not ... Insane.
I'm perfectly...in...sane.
Just look at this...fake..smile.
I am ...not.. happy.
I laugh a lot... Because I know I won't laugh when I get home... don't I?
Yes I'm...not..ok
I'm depressed?....Yes...Nah
This is a call for help.
As you can see I have problems. Problems that I will analyze here. This is not meant for reads, votes,or comments. Likely I don't care about them on this story. Reading this may help you understand me. Or it'll help you understand your self. I'm going to put the situations I go through in writing form and see my insanity level from a scale to 1-10 But feel free to comment your own opinion on my mind. It won't help but still why not?
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A Call For Help
Short StoryI'm calling for help. Who will pick up the phone? Will it be the girl who gives me fake love? The parent that is leaving me? The teacher who doesn't notice me? The friend who talks shit about me? The girl with the pretty eyes,hair,face,and everythin...
