Prologue
Have you ever just wanted to die? Did you ever look back on your life and wonder where it went wrong? Like looking through a glass and not seeing yourself reflected back at you. It’s nights like this that I feel completely invisible to the world and to myself. As I lie awake in my bed under the satin sheets in the dark hours of the morning I stared up at the ceiling, imagining pictures and creating patterns with my eyes.
Wondering what tomorrow would have in store for me.