My life always seemed unreal. False friends. Not true love […]. A deceptive image of the perfect girl. A hopeless life that everyone envied.
.A5.
Zapisy
I couldn’t understand why so many good people died and I lived on. What was the point? Why couldn’t one of them survive instead of me?
I was forgotten and I wanted to forget myself. I put the bottle to my lips again and drank the rest of the beer. I was in tears as I looked at my ex’s picture. I wonder if she’s happy with him.
I was covered with cuts and bruises. I squinted my eyes against the light falling on my face. I spotted them behind the light source. I knew it was them, even though I couldn’t see their faces.
.A5.