They say that we should enjoy every single minute of our life as possible as we can, how can that be possible when you are almost torn and broken?
I'm supposed to be living my golden years, my teenage moments, feeling as free as a white dove flying in the bluest sky.
In fact I feel as alone as that child who wakes up one day, realizing that he was abandoned by his mother, his deliverer.
It doesn't help me get through my issues, but at least it makes me feel at ease once I'm writing what I feel. Even if I know that no one will read this. Cause I'm not looking for someone to help me out. My closer friends let me go, so I'm not really expecting help from strangers.
That is quite all, thankies.