What's the use? Why even try anymore? Who would care anyways?
I have to stop before the thoughts become too invasive and cause me to hurt myself again. I take deep breaths and take a moment to think about the good things in life.
Cats are pretty cool. They're nice. (Sometimes.) Other people are nice. The earth produces the bright green grass. I love to lay in it. I got my assignments done and caught up in classes. No extra time needs to be spent on dumb things. Like... stress... and... anxiety... and depression! Just got to breathe. Life is beautiful and worth living. Although... No! It's grand and worth every second!
This has become my daily routine for the last month or so. I suffer from depression and anxiety. My mom used to tell me it was nothing, but because of that it seems to only grow worse as the years pass on by me.
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Short StoryI came up with this little start for a story, but I haven't been able to get back into it. Feel free to take it and create a story! Happy writing!
