A/N: Just something I had to get down on paper after hearing about Jared’s unhappy birthday. I do not know what happened, but I can creatively imagine feeling despondent on one’s birthday. This is an outlet. Not disrespecting anyone or making assumptions (which I shouldn’t have to mention). This is told from his POV but with my voice; if that makes any lick of sense.
Word Count: 882
Triggers: Depression, mental illness, allusions to self harm, allusions to ending one’s life, crippling thoughts
The feeling of this is all too real.
It’s a fake it till you make it life, but do we ever make it? Do we ever really, or do we fake that too in hopes of tricking that bastard in our heads?
@fictionalabyss thank you for understanding. It makes me feel good when others can relate, even though it’s a tough topic
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