Time had passed. I wasn’t even aware how much time had passed because I wasn’t keeping track. All I was trying to do was just stay alive, and I was trying to keep my mind away from them.
Something deep down inside of me felt disappointed that they didn’t even bother to come find me, or to come look for me, and even though I tried to push that horrible feeling away, it came to visit me every single day. Why was life so cruel?
I often wondered to myself why did I do this? Why did I have to be so selfish to myself? Because if anything, I have punished myself. As much as I think that, I also think back to how I felt knowing I can’t have a normal future, and a normal life. I keep telling myself that this feeling will go away, or it will get better, but deep down inside of myself, I know tha
