Prologue

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"Mum listen I can't take it anymore, staying here is suffocating me gradually I have no friends here, and even my friend back there I left with no proper good bye. Its like-" I took a deep breath "just let me go back I am already no use here" I cut my own words I decided that I don't want to open up and tell her about my feelings because I know the reply.

"Do whatever you want Rena, you never listen anyways." Mum replied with a sigh with her eyes fixed on me then shifted them to her cell phone's screen.

But I do really listen. I listen to every word and letter addressed to me and maybe that was the problem. I cared much.

That was 8 months ago before I came back home to live alone as I always did. I tried to adapt to living with my parents abroad but I just didn't fit there. I was already battling with myself in my own depression.

I am tired. When I am alone sitting with my own self thinking if I am really worth living or not; my brain hurts a lot.


Hann Rena, are you even living?

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