Disclaimer: Trigger warning; self-harm and suicide.
Ying Sheng sat comfortably on the balcony and held a cigarette between her fingers. She puffed on it like a pro. She felt awfully lonely.
Night was always the worst time of the day for her. A hellish kind of isolation where only her company was cigarettes, her blade and a bottle of beer which she hides to drink.
Her loneliness was growing steadily everyday dominating her emotions. She knew it was her fault, she had chosen this path.
Ying Sheng felt empty inside, as if no one cares about her. Nobody truly understands the fears and deepest thoughts that tug at her heart. She tried so hard to connect to people but it was draining her. The more she tried to connect with them, the lonelier she felt.
Ying Sheng had so many thoughts in her mind, so many emotions, but no one to share to. Because she knew nobody wanted to be friends with the weird kid who was slowly drowning in her emotions.
