I have a theory. That theory is that everyone's mind is like a cat playing with a ball of string. All thoughts, good or bad, are represented by strings of different shades. The brightest of My strings are attached to my family in love and admiration. I have more, slightly darker, strings for my friends and schoolwork but one jet black string plagues my mind. Always. This string was wrapped tightly around my brain leaving little room for positivity. It feels like it is tied to the bottom of the ocean slowly drowning me in darkness. Im trapped in the indestructible sea cavern that is mind.
My mum has hired doctors, social workers, psychiatrists and therapists but nobody can remove my black string.
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Strings
Teen FictionEd has a theory. That theory is that everyones mind is like a cat playing with a ball of string. The thoughts are strings of different shades. What will Ed's family do when the find out his black string is making his life a living hell.
