Sometimes you have to stop and think. Am I really living? Or do I even have a purpose in life? Am I just here to do stuff for other people when they want something, or should I just sit there trying to find a better way? People keep telling me its hope that keeps you going. Its hope that life can go on, that life can go on no matter what happened in the past. No matter what our differences. Otherwise what’s the point in living if theirs nothing to live for right?
Well I’m gonna need a lot of hope to get me through every thing that’s happening. To get me through what I know is bound to come.
So here it is. My story of escape, my story of finding a better way of life.
