Live It To The Fullest
Tough life, things aren't going right. Every damn day is another obstacle.
I appreciate my education, I go to school to learn and actually to absorb information. But what's the point when I am always alone? I used to be in a "group," with people that didn't know the real me but were just there for a good laugh, a fun time and a fake smile. Slowly, it became harder to balance on the thin gap between home and school. I didn't want to continue. If I did, I would fall but if I chose one to stay with one, the other would crumble and I needed that perfect balance, that was my life, everything that I had worked so hard for. One by one, my "friends" turned away, not caring at the least because I no longer had the energy to keep up with their silly, pointless games. I could no longer see what had me attracted to them in the first place. I began to distance myself, I would join clubs at school or classes that required extra time at lunch just to escape from their laughs. It all sounded fun on the outside, but on the inside, I was dying and I had no one to help me. I was choking but no one knew about it, because to everyone, I was one of the "populars."
Author's note: This story was inspired by one of my friends. It was meant to be longer and end happily but this was an impromptu story and like most impromptu-ed things, only bits will go to plan.
-Life is also impromptu, so live it to the fullest.
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