Lost in Reality

I'll fall and I'll break. Maybe I'll glue the pieces back together, maybe I won't.

But I know for sure that I'm not just going to sit there, broken, waiting for a guy to enter my life and hug me so tight that all my pieces stick together again.

In the real world, there is no happily ever after.

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2. Chapter 2

So let me introduce myself. My name is Hailey. As you heard before, I keep to myself. Everyday I get to school, and come home. I don't participate in sports or after school activities. I'm 16 years old. And I suffer from depression and anxiety. Not many know that though. I try my best to disguise my issues. The less they know, the better. I have a few friends. But they don't know about my issues either. Around them, I put a smile on, I laugh, I joke, but inside, I'm dying.

My story? Simple. Just another average girl screaming her way through society.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane. Just the thought of homework gives me anxiety. I cry myself to sleep each night. My family is stsrting to notice im sad, but i just say "I'm fine" but, I'm slowly losing myself.

Getting out of bed each day seems like a chore. And im just never happy. I've officially reached my breaking point. I've took took online quizes, more than I could count. I know those arent an actually diganosis, but each saidcthe same thing, Major/severe depression and i should seek kelp right away. But how do I bring it up to my family?

I feel trapped, lost, confused, and alone. Ive resorted to cutting. I know that harming yourself doesn't help anything. But I like the burn and sting from dragging the blade across my wrist. It shows me that I can feel something other than pain and misery. I just can't do it anymore. Happiness is gone. Grey skies came rolling in and wont go away…Even with my daily rainstorms. I feel like im drowning while everyone has freash air.

I suppose you want to know how I managed to slip into my ever ending battle with depression. Well, it's because the world I against me.

People see me as this fragile, porcelain doll. When I'm not entertaining them with my pain and suffering, they pull my strings to make me dance. Not for my amusement, theirs. Every time I try to cut the strings, another one wraps around my neck. But it's okay though. Every string around my neck means one less dance until my last dance.

And when my last dance approaches, I'll fall and I'll brake. Maybe I'll glue the pieces back together, maybe I won't.

But I know for sure that I'm not just going to sit there, broken, waiting for a guy to enter my life and hug me so tight that all my pieces stick together again.

In the real world, there is no happily ever after.

A/N

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