I try to move past everything and try to become that 'new person' that people talk about.
I don't fail ,at least not right away.
I wake up after long hours of seemingly death and
for once in days I actually get up ;as, I decided that there is still hope that I might not see now but eventually I will.
I look for a real job partially so when I kill myself people would figure it out by me not going to work and the other part is to find something that forces me to get up.
But the real reason is that its almost time to pay my rent and you probably figured that out because it's obvious that I'm not interested in any of the previous things.
I go on like this for months till I get the slightest bit of hope that there is still light at the end of the tunnel ,when it all crashes down again and
the forces of... well grief attracts me back to where was making me hand in my resignation
and never get up again for weeks.
YOU ARE READING
Grief
Short StoryA road of agony, misery ,lost hope and a road to get out of it You'll just have to read and see
