Dear diary,
It's been a hard week. Busy to the point that there isn't much time to sleep and stressful to the point that even when you can sleep, you lie awake anyway.
Now that it's over there's too much time to think. To realize I'm not even sure who I am anymore. To realize how alone I am.
Why did everyone leave? Was it me? How could it be me if I was there helping every step of the way. Why do people change?
Could we have prevented these bad things? If I protected them better, would they have stayed?
Your faithful Havoc child.
YOU ARE READING
Havoc diaries
RandomThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
