SOPHIA
Even after I return home, Abdallah’s words ring in my ears.
Stop pitying yourself.
I hadn’t realised but it is the truth. I’ve always felt like everyone has it is easy and I’m the only one with a messed up life.
Is it because I pity myself that I can’t get over my past?
So many questions lurk inside my head but I have no one to talk to. Loneliness has become my life. I feel like the room is constricting me in and I just want out of here. I want someone to tell me that it’s going to be fine. To tell me that I’m the one with the worst past.
Because if I’m not, then why am I like this while other people are happily living their lives?
I scramble out of bed and fish out my phone from the bag. I quickly go into my contacts and my finger hovers of the call icon. I close my eyes
