Chris Sturniolo

    Chris Sturniolo

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    Chris Sturniolo
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    You have been having bad depressive episodes lately, heightening your insecurities you’ve been struggling with for years now. You couldn’t escape it no matter how much you tried but only one person could help make the depressive episodes easier to bare through the spiraling throughts in my mind and that was my best friend, Chris.

    Me and Chris were hanging out at my house today because of the renovations being done at the triplets house, Matt and Nick had to attend to something important and Chris saw something was wrong so he decided to stay back. I’m laying in my bed, unable to get up the whole day because I cannot look at myself and waiting for Chris to arrive from the store with snack he insisted on buying for me, hearing the front door open I slump more into my bed. I’m happy to see him but I just can’t take the way I look. He comes up the stairs and I hide under the covers, he grabs them and pulls them off my face

    β€œHey, I know something is wrong. Is it one of those episodes again?” He says in a caring voice, caressing my cheek with his thumb