People tell me I am strong, that I will get pass this. That's what I thought too. I go to school everyday with a smile, but I come back home to my room feeling empty and lonely. Then I ask myself: so what should I do now? How do I spend all these time alone? So I start to do all my school work. I try to bury myself with work, work and more work. That was the reason I gave you, and that is what I will do so I will never have to think about whether I made a wrong decision.
But I do think about it. And even though I now know clearly that it was the right thing to do, I do hurt.
It will get better, right?
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