Self-hatred
Anxiety
Sadness
Tired
Bored
Hopeless
Struggle
Both
Confused
...
Why was he writing these?
The question lingered in his head as he sat on his bed, glancing over the list a few times. Maybe writing his emotions was the only way he could express them out to people around him, sure he showed them joy, depression, happiness, and a few others, but he wanted to open up his true emotions. His mind was far more developed than those around him, but he couldn't let others know without making him feel like some stupid show off. Then again, his friends wouldn't care right? They are probably all doing something else now, no longer talking to him or saying hi. He found himself lost in the paper, blinking and coming back to his senses when he noticed some wetness on the paper. He had been crying, yet again he had. They were silent tears yet they pierced like knives through his chest. He just wanted to be loved, he wanted his friends. Did he even have any friends? It felt like it was all built up, he just wanted to cry, and even if he did, nobody would hear him. Nobody cares after all.
Stevie sighed, he was depressed, no, he is depressed.
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