Well... My name is Maxine, I'm 20 years old and well, I used to have a necklace, I kept it with all my might, the necklace itself was nothing special, but it was something important to me, it was a necklace Similar to a dogtag, someone very close gave it to me, someone I never saw again

I always told myself that that necklace would mean hope to me, that it's the only thing that kept me alive "There is still hope" is what the necklace had engraved on it,

But today, I think that my depression, my anxiety and my fear overcame everything, that necklace that I kept for years, is now under water along with the rest of the things that kept me sane and happy,

Now I'm just maxine, that girl with the sore face in the background