If there was one word to describe my life, it would be zombie.
I was alive but not so much alive.
All I ever did was sleep.
And starve,
And,
Cry.
Was it on purpose?
No.
Not really.
I was just...
Depressed.
Or what my parents say.
And the doctors.
And everyone else...
Even my best friend calls my depressed.
He thinks I'm desperate for attention.
I don't crave for attention.
I just want to feel warm.
Is that wrong?
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Not a proper chapter one but it's okay. I HOPE YOU LIKED THE FIRST CHAPTER. OML. I AM FEELING ATTACKED BY JACKSON RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE SAVE ME. I'M DYING HERE ALONE. T.T
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