How to Almost Commit Suicide

This isn’t a story; this is me writing a story within a story. Do you get it? Okay. Anyways. I’ve been reading, kind of. I kind of lost my desire to read at the beginning of the year in my awful ‘depression’ or whatever society wants to call it. I feel worse, actually, which is why I’m reading again. And watching shows for an audience of ten year olds. I don’t even care. I’ve taken so many words into consideration when writing this story. Whatever story it is, it doesn’t really have a plotline. It’s about a girl. And she’s just wandering and wondering. She’s everywhere, she’s nowhere. She’s writing. But I’m not sure she understands what she’s writing. That’s okay though. Because this is a story. About a girl. And she’s just walking around, wondering to herself why there’s no understanding of anything more than what already is.