Warning: Parts of this writing are depressing, violence will occur, and swearing will happen but not commonly.

This is based on my own struggle with depression that I'm still going through, I have, in fact failed to kill myself 2 weeks ago. My depression has gotten better but it still continues, this is one of the many stories I've written to help me deal with it. Thank you.

~ Chloe, the Imaginative Dragonite

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Look at me, just look at me. Based on the fact that I am able to type you just assume I'm human. You're wrong. I'm a german shepherd. I was once like you, my life was so much greater back then. You probably just thing being a dog is great, well, I hate to admit it but you're wrong. I look at myself and think, "this isn't who I am. Why is my reflection someone I don't know?" But it's better in away, because if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart.

I want to share my story with you. Not a story about adventures and action, but the story of my true feelings, something I rarely share. I was never an emotional person but I still do have feelings. I'm not that weird. It's just hard to get on my emotional side, that's all.

Most people look at life in a positive way. They pretend nothing bothers them and they try to be optimistic, even when it's hard. They laugh at their mistakes and learn from them too, they like to live life to the fullest. I like that version of life as much as the next guy, maybe even more. It's just not the truth. Some people lie to themselves to make them feel better about their life, my problem is lying only hurts me more.

So here I am, with my paws at the keyboard, typing away. By the time you read this, it may be too late to do anything, and it may not. Either way I don't care if you read this or not, I need someone to listen to me for once, someone that cares about me. I have several books and papers of intense poetry sitting beside me. I've always been into poetry of this sort, I don't know why but I love gruesome poetry.

Anyways now that you made it this far, there's no turning back. Read on, or not, I don't care. As long as you decided to read this far, I'm happy.