Depression
Depression is my disease, a slight fever in my body that won't leave my head. I don't remember when the virus entered my body nor the activity I was doing at the time. Where was the danger in the setting to make me feel this way, make my heart sink low that I can't feel my heart beat to the point where I'm at my lowest, feeling weak and feeling heavy. The first symptom I remember was a frown, one so deep and I couldn't simply put it up as I always do. This one scarred me so deep that I woun't be able to make it look right again. This was definitily hard to ignore. The next thing was the side effect of just wanting to be alone, hide in my mind and wonder into those dark thoughts that have been leaving me nothing but negative messages. They been there since Depression had hit me as if it where pandemic. Depression, yes, that's what I'll blame. I'll blame it and curse it and say its its fault. And I'll try to make myself feel better, trying to use this as comfort as my face gets warm and start to feel dampness on my cheeks.
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2 comments:
I really like how your story focuses on one strong tone and how you were able to make a story only about descriptions of your "disease". Your descriptions helped me visualize everything in the story. Great job!
-Jasmin Tran
this is really good shiny!! but yea a little bit emolicious. GOOD JOB!
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