Depression(Intro)

My mother came into my room. Usually, she would've complained about the mess, but today she didn't. Instead, she said,"Linne, get ready now. We're going in a few minutes"
I stayed where I was, and waited for my mother to go out. She seemed to want to say something, but instead, she shook her head and left.
I went to my closet, and took a black dress to wear.

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Jumbled Up Thoughts

People have feelings, right?
People make mistakes, right?
People aren't perfect, right?
Right?

But...if that's the case, then why do we push each other to be perfect, why do we force others to be like robots, not having a mind and just follow us and do whatever we tell them to?