To live without hope is to cease to live.
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky~
Mia
I never learned who I really was. Neither do I know who I am right now, but the saddest part is that I don't know where to start or begin to learn myself. My mind is filled with a thousand fears; my heart feels empty, I am in a world full of strangers, and I have no one to trust, not even myself. That is what scares me the most that I can't even trust my own shadow.
There was a time in which my only worry was whether my grandmother would speak to me or give me the silent treatment. Now I worried about the mafia.
I looked around; there was a glass of water perched on the bedside table, a note
