Today was.. kinda rough. Birthday today.. just another reminder that an asshole like me was born.. Although I smile at every greeting sent and said, despite being thankful for another year of living.. I can't shake off the feeling that I was just an example for others to do the right thing by doing the wrong ones.. Every morning I still have that scenario that when I open my phone.. Your name pops up as you sent me a cute morning greeting. Reality knocks me down everything since my phone is now as quiet as my room. First greeting was from my mother, and then my father.. guilt ran through me.. I did not feel worthy of their love, nor did I feel worthy to be called their child. The next were from my friends.. smallest smiles I've ever done.
It was my birthday.. yet I do not feel the joy everyone else does. They see someone turn 15.. I see 15 years of horror, pain, lies, blood and tears. To me.. today was nothing more than a reminder that someone like me was born.. a monster. Unworthy of happiness or love.
At one point I.. well.. One point of every day.. I'd just reminisce and create scenarios.. I'd play scenes in my head..
Scenes like what we'd be doing on my birthday if we were together?
Where would be going after the exams?
At the back of the school.. You'd just slap my hands and laugh while I beg for mercy...
I'd take a picture and you'd freak out..
Memories.
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Bleeding Love
RomanceLove is love, no matter how you put it. There's always a want, a need, a sacrifice, a sentiment and more. This book tells a tale of Love that awaits its Healing Hour. Despite such pain.. it refuses to break. Find out why.
