It Starts with Hello ◇Drew Dirksen AU

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Living is bizarre but what else could it be? It can be spent living in sorrow, living in mourn, living in anything but in all living is only living...
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I've been alone my whole life. I can't let that change. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. My kind isn't meant for love. That's only for humans.

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When you die, you arent really sure what is after it. For Adelaide, having killed herself, finds herself in a totally different world. But this isnt the happy life after death, its the decision before death. Adelaide must watch as the people around her, people she least expected, are affected by her death, then she must choose whether or not she wants to follow through with her death. Its a lot harder than Adelaide ever thought death would be like, so in the end will it be, just an Attempt.

Fake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about what it's like to be depressed, alone, suicidal etc...

I was getting better, I was healing, but I forgot one thing, we never win, this is not a game, it's life, and in life people like me don't win. EVER.

" What's depression like? " he asked. " It's like drowning. Except you can see everyone else around you breathing."

It's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still hard, but I can do better now ;). Thank you all for reading.

Who am I? A murderer, a mistake, a fucking disgrace. I killed them both and it was all of my fault. The guilt is eating me alive. My thoughts are controlling my every move, every sleepless night, and every day of my life is lived in paranoia of hurting the people I love. But now I have no one except my brother, other than that it's just me. Me and my fucked up thoughts and my haunting nightmares that etch their way into my mind day and night eating me alive, leaving me with the endless gift I keep receiving. That gift, it's the gift of guilt, and I'm drowning in it.

collection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder

Being the new kid isn't the best thing in the world, but if it is a constant thing then you make due. And if you're running from your memories then it's never new.

Roses to Spare

I've been alone my whole life. I can't let that change. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. My kind isn't meant for love. That's only for humans.

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