Just in my Head {English}

For me most things are different. I don't hear things the way you hear them, I don't see things the way you see them. To me the whole world is one big vague and blurry memory. It has been like that all my life. The grip of life has slipped away through my fingers, like an old hand soap that slips into bath water. Even though my parents are still married, if I am being really honest, they would be better apart. But for some reason, even with all the fight and the fysical abuse... They still love each other. At least a type of love I have never heard of. If I ever even felt love...

{Side note: I still have the dutch version that I wrote ages ago on, because some people loved it and it is a reminder to where this story began. I will now write a more advanced and detailed story about the Town Hevenburg}