"It's not always the tears that measure the pain. Sometimes it's the smiles we fake." - Unknown

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She's so tired of feeling like she wants to be held but keeps having to back away in fear of being stabbed.

Omisha died. Jinx's best friend of nine years.

She'd been ten at the time when they'd met. Nine years, their friendship lasted. Sleepovers, late-night phone calls, laughing until they forgot how to breathe. All the fun stuff. Though Jinx had no motivation to laugh when the doctor broke the news to her that Omisha died in a car accident.

Jinx's last words were to her, "See you later." She feels like if she hadn't said that, Omisha wouldn't have died. Nineteen years old, same age as her, and Omisha just...left. Poofed. Stopped living.

She wants to get out of bed but never leaves. She doesn't have enough energy to bother acting confident. People think depression is grief with no place to go. That it's crying and wearing black all the time.

It's that. And it's the numbing worry that she'll never be happy again. Nowadays, she only gets up to take a shower. Eating became insignificant, same with water. It's all useless, right? She'll be in death's arms soon enough, as year after year passes.

She's gotten used to the pigtails she's put in her hair with the X clip on the side, her bangs parted slightly. And the piercings in her ears, as well as the choker and dark clothing. Her favorite colors, purple and green, are far too bright now. They make her want to reconsider her life choices - though she now does that often enough.

She's tired of the rain, but it's the only thing that keeps her on the floor, standing on her feet just to watch it from the window. She's tired of takeout, tired of trying to lift her spirits, tired tired tired.

Some days, it's annoying to wake up. Jinx knows she'll have to repeat the day again and again and again. Some days, she's glad you don't talk to her, give her space. On other days, she regrets not saying anything. On other days, she wants to let go.

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"Depression is being colorblind and constantly being told how colorful the world is." - Atticus

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(WARNING: mentions of death, depression)

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