My phone screen lights up, "F*ck you from everyone," it reads. I sit numb. My heart slowly begins to beat faster until it is racing. My eyes start shaking and I feel nauseous. My best friends hate me, i think to myself. Frantically I type, "what did I do?" Without answer I type again. And again. I type the same questions over and over as tears stream down my face. I cry out to myself "what did I do?" After several minutes without answer, finally a response. I wonder if I will ever be good enough for someone to love, as I type over and over that I'm desperate for forgiveness. My apology is accepted, but what does this mean now? Anxiety courses through my viens and darkens my world every day and night. Anxiety controls my every thought and every action. I begin to wonder if there is refuge from this pure evil. There is no answer for me tonight, only fear.
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Searching for anything
Короткий рассказThis book is a collection of stories, truths, and life knowledge I learn. From love to drugs to alcohol to hatred to god and everything in between. Everything in this book is real and will contain mentions of drugs, alcohol, love, religion, rape, se...
