I don't know how long I can take it--the lies, the accusations, and knowing somewhere in my heart that nobody cares. Every moment awake is riddled with crippling anxiety and every moment asleep filled with dreams of a life that I could never have. I've been given the ironic name of Alice by my parents. They knew I would be crazy--doomed to live in chaos and dreaming of a Wonderland. Everyone says each breath is a gift, but what if we're all breathing in poison air? The only time I sense clarity is when my breath leaves me. [this is a completed short story. hope you enjoy!]Todos los derechos reservados
1 parte