Chapter 2

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I don't understand the crux of being a person and then solely taking him as a madness, I am writer but the world never understands that much before I go for therapy, I have already studied therapy. Isn't that crazy that how the world think of us as a platform going on and then all we can think of is we are in a wrong frame of reference.

The fact is that I am into madness and then I have to ask to the same world about my madness.
Sounds insane, right?

But what can I do, I am here looking at the library, reminiscing my bookshelf, the books I read, the mental status I consumed.
Probably you won't even know what am I going to do now but my past never let's me forget, no matter how far I reach in my life, that night was worth my fears.

I am constantly re-evaluating the journey of my life but I soon figure out that this wasn't something that I expected from my life. I mean yes, I am at fault but does it ever matter as to why, my past is controlling me so much?

Well, the next pages will allow you to fetch answers.

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