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Everyone has it.
Humans, mainly have it.
And I feed off of it.
Their negativity, their sadness, their anger; I feed off it to survive.
I don't get pleasure from it.
But, what did give me pleasure was feeding off of 'her'.
She worked in a book store of sorts; retail, mainly, the worst kind of hell to be in.
But seeing her being so happy and so giddy honestly made me...crave her energy.
I never took more than what I needed from her.
Her happiness, her joy and laughter; they were all a drug to me that I felt I couldn't break apart from.
All of that positive energy felt AMAZING.
I still had to be feed off of negative energy, but it didn't hurt to have some positive energy here and there.
December, 5, 201X
I remembered in her energy that she loved the cold because she said she could wear her winter jackets.
I knew today was gonna be a good day.
Something felt off.
She tasted bitter, and sad.
Depression; if course.
Even the happiest people can get depression.
I sighed knowing that there was no way I could feed off of her for a while.
She left...she's going to her boss.
"Hey,I'm sorry, I just don't feel good today."
Stomach pains, head rushes, nonstop silent crying.
Signs that she's depressed.
The boss is pretty understanding.
She leaves, putting her hands in her pockets, but holding her stomach in doing so.
Her car is tiny but it runs.
She's sitting there...
"..."
Why not call 'him'?
He'll know what to do.
"....."
Call him.
She pulls out her phone but is hesitant.
'CALL HIM'
She dials his number and let's it ring.
"Hello?....Hey....Can I come over tonight?....I'll explain when I get there. Bye."
She hangs up.
For some reason, seeing her sad and upset makes me feel...upset.
Did I take too much energy from her?
No, I didn't.
Money issues, family problems, job/life problems.
But, what human doesn't think about that stuff all the time?
She turns on her engine and drives off.
Every stop light she reaches she either cries or gently claws the steering wheel.
"...sniff"
Aw, no. Don't cry.
Don't you dare cry on me; I will make it to where you see me and shit will hit the fan.
Look, we're almost to his place.
Shame your radio doesn't work, we'd be listening to either too much Adele or Maroon 5.
'Look, we're here. Go and hug your man.'
She gets out, and immediately hugs him.
After a few words he takes her to a fire he made in the fireplace.
She looks relaxed, and happier.
Funny...a part of me almost wishes to be 'him'.
To hold her; and tell her it'll all be alright.
But I know I can't.
I'll come back next week to check on her. Hopefully I'll be able to see her stupid grin again.
Next week
There she is.
Happy as can be again.
Humans, mainly have it.
And I feed off of it.
Their negativity, their sadness, their anger; I feed off it to survive.
I don't get pleasure from it.
But, what did give me pleasure was feeding off of 'her'.
She worked in a book store of sorts; retail, mainly, the worst kind of hell to be in.
But seeing her being so happy and so giddy honestly made me...crave her energy.
I never took more than what I needed from her.
Her happiness, her joy and laughter; they were all a drug to me that I felt I couldn't break apart from.
All of that positive energy felt AMAZING.
I still had to be feed off of negative energy, but it didn't hurt to have some positive energy here and there.
December, 5, 201X
I remembered in her energy that she loved the cold because she said she could wear her winter jackets.
I knew today was gonna be a good day.
Something felt off.
She tasted bitter, and sad.
Depression; if course.
Even the happiest people can get depression.
I sighed knowing that there was no way I could feed off of her for a while.
She left...she's going to her boss.
"Hey,I'm sorry, I just don't feel good today."
Stomach pains, head rushes, nonstop silent crying.
Signs that she's depressed.
The boss is pretty understanding.
She leaves, putting her hands in her pockets, but holding her stomach in doing so.
Her car is tiny but it runs.
She's sitting there...
"..."
Why not call 'him'?
He'll know what to do.
"....."
Call him.
She pulls out her phone but is hesitant.
'CALL HIM'
She dials his number and let's it ring.
"Hello?....Hey....Can I come over tonight?....I'll explain when I get there. Bye."
She hangs up.
For some reason, seeing her sad and upset makes me feel...upset.
Did I take too much energy from her?
No, I didn't.
Money issues, family problems, job/life problems.
But, what human doesn't think about that stuff all the time?
She turns on her engine and drives off.
Every stop light she reaches she either cries or gently claws the steering wheel.
"...sniff"
Aw, no. Don't cry.
Don't you dare cry on me; I will make it to where you see me and shit will hit the fan.
Look, we're almost to his place.
Shame your radio doesn't work, we'd be listening to either too much Adele or Maroon 5.
'Look, we're here. Go and hug your man.'
She gets out, and immediately hugs him.
After a few words he takes her to a fire he made in the fireplace.
She looks relaxed, and happier.
Funny...a part of me almost wishes to be 'him'.
To hold her; and tell her it'll all be alright.
But I know I can't.
I'll come back next week to check on her. Hopefully I'll be able to see her stupid grin again.
Next week
There she is.
Happy as can be again.
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.......I'm sorry not sorry.
I wrote this while I was SUPER depressed.
I kinda am still slightly upset but that's because of just some stuff going on with my life.
Hehe, I'm sorry if I made anyone upset with this. Buuuuuuttt my point across this was to try and reach out to people who have depression, and I wondered if they had a feeling this happen to them. I rarely get this, but I wanted to show people what happens when I get depressed or sad.
Again I'm very, very sorry.
But I promise that A Drop of Hope hasn't stopped! XD But, it's all GOoOOooood~
I wrote this while I was SUPER depressed.
I kinda am still slightly upset but that's because of just some stuff going on with my life.
Hehe, I'm sorry if I made anyone upset with this. Buuuuuuttt my point across this was to try and reach out to people who have depression, and I wondered if they had a feeling this happen to them. I rarely get this, but I wanted to show people what happens when I get depressed or sad.
Again I'm very, very sorry.
But I promise that A Drop of Hope hasn't stopped! XD But, it's all GOoOOooood~
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