Vittoria1345
At first, I thought I was happy-that I had finally gotten over the trauma.
But as time passed and I slowly grew older, I realized my whole life had been a lie.
The life I thought I had was slowly falling apart.
I never truly got over the past; my mind had just buried those painful memories so that my younger self could survive.
But when those memories came rushing back, it felt like I was dying.
I felt the black hole inside me growing, and I did everything I could to stop it. But in the end, it swallowed me.
During the day, I smile at my friends and family, making them believe I'm fine.
But at night, I cry out to God, asking myself why my life doesn't make sense.
Am I just being too much? Will I ever get my happy ending, like in all the stories I read?
Tell me- is my life fair?