**[please keep in mind that these are thoughts of a fictional character. It’s less action and more thoughts. If you’re interested, go ahead and read]**

**_Everybody wants to judge, nobody wants to listen._** A sentence in every page of my diary. You can’t really call the notes app on phones a diary but oh well….

I’m always quiet. “The quiet nerd boy” is what they call me. My feet dangle off the cliff as I sit on the edge, looking at the sunset. I’ve always listened to my friend’s problems, solving as if they were my own, helping them like it’s filling the parts I couldn’t heal about myself.

It also brings me joy when they vent. Makes me feel like I’m worth something. Makes me feel good that they decided to tell me. No body asks about me though and I never even admitted about how things are going. Never admitted that I’m drowning in my own thoughts.

**_Everybody wants to judge, nobody wants to listen._** The first part of that sentence is why I overthink too much. It’s also why I avoid therapists. The fear of judgment. Everyone judges without knowing what it’s like for you.

Whether it’s past trauma they don’t know about, family drama at home, fighting with your mental health and surviving each day, they _always judge._

Because of that, I tend to over explain too much, feeling like I have to justify any negative thought of me in their head.

The sun dips into no where. Gone. Which is what I hope to be soon.

**_Everybody wants to judge, nobody wants to listen._** Nobody wants to listen. Who would want to listen to me talk about myself? I run a hand through my hair, feeling hopeless. My head throbbing from all these thoughts.

My mom is the type of mother that says hard, painful truths when she’s angry…she’s angry all the time…. She’s the reason I believed that no one wants to listen. She said it so much along with how worthless I am to the point it’s almost funny.

“You think anyone would actually listen to you? You’re lucky I’m even bearing to hear your voice each morning.” Her words echo through my brain. I’m surprised there’s even any space for echo in there. It feels like my head is gonna explode. She’s the reason I’m quiet….

I stand up from the cliff, looking down. What about my friends…will they miss me..? Maybe Sally would. She’s the only person who enjoyed being around me. She’s the only person I actually told _some_ of my thoughts to. She always understood, But I never know if she’s judging me or no.

She’s been busy. I know she has her own life. Even her own drowning thoughts. I pause. What if she’s going through the same thing right now…. I step away from the cliff. I need to make sure she’s okay before I go away.

_Forever…_

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(To be continued about what happened)_**