I think I'm bi-polar... Or worse... ------ The world spins in all directions, in my mind. My eyes roll around to catch a glimpse of my surroundings, I'm drowning. My mind is shrouded in a heavy mist, the water's my fate. My last words, I whisper, "God help me, I'm insane." ------- Rolling off the bed, Annalise grabs hold of her bedsheet and finally lets go, resulting in her head hitting the floor. "Sixty fifth time this month..." Unusual as it might seem, The most mundane and uninteresting things seem to fascinate her. It wasn't because she had nothing to do, It was because she didn't know what normal kids do, and what normal kids like to do. For a 11 year old, she had tried so hard to fit in, so hard indeed. Her interests never seem to enchant anybody, not even her oarents who should encourage her. Instead, they discouraged her by throwing away all the books and things she kept, all the things they thought were useless and unneeded. No friends, no love, no interests. She was a mannequin. A mannequin made to live. Just live. Nothing to look forward to, except another day, another night. The only thing keeping her in touch with humanity was God, who had guided her, and had taught her to live her life no matter how dull, un-human, or cruel it was. Beginning to grow tired, she began to cut herself. She liked to relieve her stress by doing so. The blood was the stress, the wounds the doorway. She soon began to get bored of that. Throwing away her knife, she dozed away into the next day, preparing for school, wearing her uniform, ready to endure the insults her classmates threw at her, ready to endure... Anything. Her classmates, her ex best friend, all ganged up on her for the slightest reason. "Don't use gay to mean stupid..." Annalise had soon regretted saying that, for her ex best friend had began to curse at her. "Excuse me? I'm stupid?! Well take your gay ass back home and cry me a river, bitch!" Annalise had flinched at the word, "gay". Her classmate knew she was in a tug of war, denying that she was bisexual, denying she was straight. The day went by as she continued to live her cruel life. ------ Back home, she slumped in her chair. Annalise's mom came running into the room, growling at her daughter. ------ Based on my life. =_=
It's living hell. I have to endure it day after day, And I don't know why I bother with pimd. =_= Adds to the suffering. Oh well. I'm a bitch. =_=