Ficlets

This is not a story.

Your not the only one who can feel like that. It’s not the same anymore… maybe it’s just me not trying or overreacting. I can’t be sure. It hurts. How long did I cry? I couldn’t really tell. When you cry time passes slower than it does when you just sit in a gloomy room thinking about all the things you did wrong. I tried to tell you. You ignored me. I’m a suicide risk.
Just thought you’d like to know.

View this story's 2 comments.