Writing Depressed

[Na'dou]

[i]The girl walked down the street thinking of her neverending torment, life. She wondered what she was alive for. She couldn't do anything, and she didn't even try to do anything. She didn't want to, not ever since that day...the beginning of the end as it is popularly known.
The girl hated her life, she hated her friends. What did they care about her? She wasn't sure if they were to be trusted. They had let her down so many times in the past, and they still were. It didn't seem to her like they were going to stop either. She knew why they treated her the way they did too. She was different. Very different, in fact she was too different for people to handle, so they treated her anyway they wanted to. So many times her mother told her,"Everyone is different..." She was too different for that rule to apply to anybody else. This fact hurt her day in and day out; she wanted her pain to end. She one day thought of a solution, a solution that would change her world forever and forevermore...[/i]

[Mina]

I'm not sure if this is a poem thingy or a story, but it's awesome.
It gives off some kind of feeling.

[jupitersun]

i think its awesome! that is really indepth.

[Na'dou]

Thanks, it was a story idea. I have many of them....but I never realy have ideas to persue them.....

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]I think she should fall in love. ;)

Hopeless romantic that I am....[/COLOR]

[Na'dou]

Hehe, actully, she was going to be another black widow (Person who kills in my eyes) She probably would end up falling in love, but the guy wouldn't know she was a killer...