It is 11:35 PM and I have decided to go for a walk. It is late and dark outside so it is going to be a very lonely walk. I walk for 2 minutes and I decide to rest on the wooden love bench that is right in front of my apartment.
It is 11:37 PM and I sit on the bench, put my knees to my chest and start crying. Do you ever feel so sad you do not look forward to the next day because you hope you do not wake up? Do you ever feel so lonely even though you receive daily calls from your mother, text messages from your best friend or direct messages from internet friends? Do you ever feel so hopeless that even self-harm does not take the pain away so you are left with ugly scars on your wrist that remind of you the time you wanted to feel something other than the pain in your chest?
It is 11:40 PM and I am sad. I am depressed. I am hopeless. I am unlucky. I am sad. I already said "sad" but I repeat it because sadness is the only emotion I have felt for 90 consecutive days.
It is 11:45 PM and I’m still sitting on this wooden love bench bawling my eyes out. It’s ironic I am sitting on this love bench because love is the last thing I feel when I look at myself in the mirror.
It is 11:50 PM and this pain is horrible. It is cold outside but that does not even bother me anymore. I do not want to go back to my room because I hate looking at my white walls and feel nothing but emptiness.
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