"hey. what's wrong? are you okay?" her friends would ask her when she would be crying or just feeling so tired of everything.
"nothing's wrong! i'm fine." she'd fake a smile and tell them. a huge bright fake smile. even if her friends try to push her she'd just continue lying and saying that nothing was wrong. everything is just all fine and nothing is wrong. even, if she was full blown sobbing, she'd continue saying those lies "i'm fine" lies. "i'm okay" lies. "nothing is wrong" lies." everything is great!" lies. lies. lies. lies. she really believed that she was fine.
"i'm just stuck in a small bump, that's all." she would tell herself.
"it'll get better." she would think, hoping, dreaming, that maybe it would get better.
but would it really get better?
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Short Story"you're digging yourself a grave. you know that, right?" "yeah." |snowinglight 2014| achievements: #517 on 9.13.14 #468 on 9.14.14 #451 on 9.15.14 ...
