When she awoke and upon the awakening of it all, she sighed. She sighed quietly and she cried quietly when all she wanted to do was scream her lungs out. But people still exist in her house and people cannot hear her because all the questions that would follow would be just too much for her to withstand.
- I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this but I don’t even know what this is. I’m confused. I’m overwhelmed. I just want to go and never return.
She no longer even knew who she was, what she wanted. She just knew, all the time it was like a song stuck in her mind, “I can’t keep doing this”.
- I just can’t keep on going, if I do I might just explode because all of this is wrong, everything is backwards. This wasn’t supposed to be like this! Or was it?
In the darkness of night, then she would be free to scream and to cry in the parks under the moonlight. No one could hear her and even if they could no one would really care about the girl lying on the grass, they just assume she’s drunk and can’t stand up. She’s not drunk, she barely drinks, she’s just broken but that’s harder to fix.
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