Destroyed and Recovered

Chapter 2: "But, after all, I feel ok."

It's my first night on the streets and I already enjoy to be all on my own. The city is so beautiful and peaceful. Everything's perfect, the city is drowning in darkness and I'm all alone. I love to be alone because people are mean and stupid. Well, not all of them, I'm sure there are exceptions, too. Anyway, I'm deviating from the subject. It's 1 a.m. and I'm heading to the harbour because I feel more relaxed near the sea, also I already have a hidden place just for me there. I don't have a plan about what I'm going to do next, probably because I don't care about myself that much. After all the bullshit with my "family", I started to think that I'm worthless, I mean, why the fuck did my parents left me? I was such a burden or what? I always did my best, in school and outside of it. And you can't say they had money problems, we always had what we want. I just.. I don't understand. Whatever, forget it.

Now I'm at the harbour, I'll spent the night here and maybe tomorrow I'll go to the beach. Of course I have a place just for me there, too - near the beach it's a small cave, it's very nice in there.

Anyway, let's focus on this moment, it's 1:47 a.m. and I'm a bit dizzy, maybe from the alcohol (I drank 4 beers before leaving my aunt's house). But, after all, I feel ok.

Hey guys, I really need to know some of your opinions. It will help me decide whether or not to continue the story.