Diarygirlinabigcity
I am on ny bed in my room, and I know I'm in a good place in my life right now. I feel different, like I've lost something, something that was never mine. Someone, that I've never met. I should be happy, but the emptiness in my heart and quiet in my head are too powerful. The feeling that remainds me, I will never have stories to tell or people to remember because nobody came and nothing have been told. So I am sitting on my bed, in my room. " I am in good place right now, I have done everything right" - I think to myself. It is raining outside and I am all by myself.