Chpt. 1
Why does this always happen to me?...
The chill of the winter night caressed my skin. Slumped against a frigid wall, I sat hugging my knees on the tattered mattress of my sheetless bed. My eyes weighed heavy under my empty gaze fixed on my bare feet. My heart heavied under the pressure of the pain that ironically left me numb.
In that moment, I reminisced on how pathetic it was of me to believe that I could ever be happy. You would expect I'd have given up after years of searching for any form of happiness I could forever enjoy only to be disappointed at every turn.
Unfortunately, I hadn't.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I'd been determined to find my own happiness because everyone deserves to be happy. I deserved to be happy...right?
My thoughts were proceeded by ear-shattering silence.
No...
Wistful thinking is how I found myself here once more. Believing in something I was never meant to experience was pointless. Doing so had wrought me the belief that all opportunities for such will last my entire lifetime, but it will always be a dream I'd wake from in due time.
Just as I had last week...
