Has it ever happened to you where you try your level best to push yourself up, leave everything behind, and start fresh, where you think that life already has dealt you a bad hand but what's worse can happen now?
But you're wrong all along because life will still find a way to pull you back in the doom you tried your level best to leave behind. It will give you one more reason to hate life to question what did you do wrong to deserve this?
This is what I've been doing sitting in the dark stair hall of the hospital, not crying anymore just questioning my life decisions. My phone would probably be in that room, Matt would be wondering where I went and dad would be up by now.
I can't feel my legs anymore, I am not sure how long I have been sitting here pondering over life, dissecting each moment I've ever spent with Alex. Was this all a ruse? Was Alex pretending all along? I can't believe this. Pulling at my hair strong enough to hurt I groaned as loud as I can.
