My dream

My dream is to become a professional phycologist and help the world become a better place. I want to better peoples understandingof phycology and toot an age when everyone embraces and acknowledges their mental and phycological health ^^

My Story Chapter 2

My… head hurts… I held a heavy hand to my forehead. I felt something weird on my face, and I lazily felt around it. I settled it as some kind of thin tube or something. Where was I anyway? I can’t remember anything after I was talking with Sakina. Wait… All my memories were flooding into my head at once. The stab… The cut… The nurse’s office… I shot up in the nursing bed, only to be restrained by some tubes connecting me to a machine. It was a small white machine, with a live show of my steady heartbeat, making a beeping noise, every second or two. A small bag of blood hung by the side of the machine. Looking at my surroundings, I realised I wasn’t in the familiar room...

Drawing done with Professional Copic Markers

My story

3 weeks before the tragedy. "Hey, Kiiii!" Sing-songed Sakina, as she waved her hand above my face. "Whattt?" I groaned, looking at her in exaggerated boredom. We were sitting at one of the wooden benches in the yard of the school, during lunchtime. I was slouched in my seat, with my head resting on my arms. My eyelids were heavy and I was struggling to remain conscious. I really need to get more sleep instead of staying up late watching anime. I tend to do that a lot recently. "You look like a train wreck. Why do you always stay up so late!?" She questioned, as she slid into the seat next to me. I sat up from my slouched position and turned to her direction. "Maybe because I'm against...

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