I wish she could understand how I feel. I wish someone was here to help and support me. I don't want to be stuck here, this room is the only place I feel safe. This is the only place I can be myself. Talking to people online makes me 10x better. Its like someone is therefore me when no one else is. Kyle, I can name a thousand things about him. He doesn't know mw or who I am. My mother considers him family but I don't see whatever she sees in him. They apparently care about me, well how do you care about a person you do not speak to? Alone in a world is what I'm going through. Im always fighting to stay alive to not run away. If I was to give up I wouldn't exist. I would be dust. I have no house of safety, I have no where to go like I said to Jerome. We live in a dark hole where we are blinded jumping through obstacles. I am an ugly scar that never goes away. I am that disappointment is
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A Million Miles And I'm Now Here
Short StoryMy little "diary" entries about how I honestly feel about my life