"Regret is a form of punishment itself."
- Nouman Ali Khan
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I weakly opened my eyes and saw white ceiling. I toured my eyes around the place, it's all white. I think I'm in a hospital.
I clearly remember what happened, Nick stabbed me and I can't help but to be mad at him. He's a dickhead for trying to kill me but thank God, I'm still alive.
The side of my stomach hurts when I try to move so I just stayed in my position.
No one's here.
Maybe some kind-hearted stranger saw me then helped me.
And about my dreams and the voice I always hear was just a dream. Tiffany will never say that and maybe she doesn't know what happened to me because she don't care for me.
I wish I just died there. I'm exhausted to continue this life. I'm also pitying myself for this, why do I deserve this
