I'm scared.
Life is scary.
Growing up.
Moving on.
Changing.
So many things have happened.
So many things can happen.
I'm scared of the future.
But I'm afraid of being stuck.
And I'm terrified of going back.
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I remember when I was a kid, sitting in class or church, just waiting for time to pass.
Staring up at the clock, begging it would hurry up. Begging to be out of that place.
Then... all of a sudden... I'm here.
Years passed.
Now I stare at the clock, wondering what happened.
Why can't I remember?
I don't know what happened.
Was the trauma that bad?
Why can't I remember?
Why are my memories gone?...
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Who am I?
Why am I so messed up?
Why can't I just get help?
What happened to that little kid?
The innocent little child.
The one that just wanted to be happy.
Why where they killed?
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Begging why.
How am I supposed to grow up and take care of myself?
I barely made it this far.
I only know how to run on autopilot.
I honestly don't think I can mentally handle a "normal" life.
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Up and Down, Around and Around
Losowe[Trigger Warning ⚠️] This is a vent book. The ups and downs of life. Sometimes it gets really dark, other times it can be so happy and positive. The stress of life takes it toll. I hope this makes you feel comforted, knowing your not alone. Some day...
