Babysitting The Jerks
She could see their carefree spirits, their laughter like a bright beacon of normalcy, but she felt like a ghost haunting the edges of their lives.
The weeks dragged on, and her depression deepened, weaving itself into her everyday existence. She would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, the darkness amplifying her fears and insecurities. Thoughts raced through her mind—questions without answers, worries that swirled like a storm. “What if this never gets better? What if I’m always this way?”
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