Life. It's a depressing game that never seems to have a winner. There are no time outs or get out of jail free cards, just the cold hard truth of reality. My name is Lyla. I don't like to sugar coat thing because I'm real. What does that even mean, is anyone even real nowadays? I mean sure we are here and u can touch us but is that real? Is lying to yourself everyday real? Telling yourself that every thing's going to be fine when you honestly know that there is no hope? No, its reality. It's what we have to deal with every day.
I would have never thought that I would be the murder girl. The girl that has something wrong with her. But I am and now I have to keep it a secret. No one can know except you. I trust you.
I have been medically diagnosed depressed. Its not fun, you know bein sad. There's no reason to live. Everyday is the same, everyday I wish that things could change, that thing could have been different. I think about hurting myself all the time. I think about taking all the pain away, but I cant and I won't until my story is told, until I'm heard.
I just want to go back to the times when I smiled, when I was happy. I want to remember what it feels like to just be Lyla again. How long is it going to take until I feel like me again, to feel some sort of sanity. I don't want to be scared of him anymore. I don't want to think that he'll be back for me, to finsh what he started, to take my life.
i thought when i left my old house, i had left my life, the stories and rumors. i've only been the new girl for a couple of weeks and now my life has caught up. People are saying I did it. I don't even know how they found out. why does it have to be me, they point there fingers at? Why do I have to be punished for being alive? Don't I have that right? People can think what they want, because I know what happened. I know who did this. I guess no matter how far or how fast I run, my past is faster. and so is he.
He's back....
