I'm 19. Old enough to be an official pirate, young enough to get killed easy. Most of the men I fight with are twice my age and can kill a man with their bare hands. I've seen it. A lot.But we don't kill for sport. We only kill if we have to. Our main goal is prisoners, and a lot of them. Why? I actually don't know why. I just do what I'm told. Usually.…
Some days I'm tired of living.So I write about it.Some days I'm tired of trying.So I write about it.Some days I'm alone.So I write about it.Some days I just want to quit.So I write about it.Shout out to @latoniamiller for the cover!…
"I lie every day. Every. Blessed. Day. I get up, I go to school and I lie. I lie about my happiness and I lie about my pain. I lie about how I'm fine, when really I'm dying inside." I said those words. And meant them. Because it's true, I live a constant lie. The only time I don't have to is when I paint. If only people knew the real me, the real Chloe. The one who's depressed 24/7, than they'd understand. Than it gets bad, really bad, and my best friend tells me to run away to find a new purpose in New York City. So I do. And I find out it's possible, actually possible, to not have to live a lie everyday. And let me tell you, it is the best feeling in the world. Hey y'all! Rosie here! Thanks so much for checking out my story. This is based off of when I had depression and if you have it or ever have please give it a read. I'm making it to show other people how we feel everyday, because I wished someone did that for me. Thanks, y'all are the best!…