As I rise out of bed, I struggle to get the urge to do anything. "What am I going to do...? I could just sit here...", I say to myself. I open my door. No one is there to greet me. My phone, dull, with no notifications. Sometimes, I think to myself "Am I really THAT special to anyone?". I ask myself that a lot. The reason? I don't know. Maybe it's because I want someone to care about me besides the people I've lived with my whole life. I want to venture out and find new people, but I have yet to find that. It's like love. Will I ever find it? Well... I don't know. Maybe I could tell the story of my first actual love? Perhaps that would be something to write about.
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The Story That Broke Me
Short StoryThis is the story of my first actual love. It's not the greatest, but I hope you enjoy it and get a sense of what it's like to be me. Anyway, thank you for visiting! I hope you have a great day! :)
