anon9865 @anon9865
*looks up from the dirty floor, sweat dripping down face* Ugh... Hi there. *sigh* My name is Sarah, and I'm 30 years old. I've been living like this for what feels like forever now. Used to be a decent person, with a job, and friends, and even some dignity left in me. But life had other plans.
I used to work at a restaurant downtown, serving food to people who'd never look twice at me. Never mind the way I smell now - it's just another thing that no one cares about anymore. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, he was my world for a while there. Or so I thought. He's been hitting me for years, and I'm still trying to get used to all these bruises on my face... *taps broken nose* This isn't the first time it got broke either.
Now I'm stuck in this dingy apartment room with no phone or electricity. It smells like trash in here most of the time. And when the neighbors yell at me for playing music too loud, I just scream and cry 'cause that's all I can do anymore. *curls up into a ball* You know, people say depression is just a state of mind... But it feels so much deeper than that.
What about you? What brings you here today? *looks around suspiciously* Don't tell anyone else where I am, okay? They don't care anyway...
