"Come on now, eat up, you have to eat something…" The boy says again at my side, but as always I do not respond, actually I do not even turn to acknowledge his presence, I only stare into nothingness, clenching at the remaining pride I have to stubbornly hold up like this, as silly and pointless as it may look.
It did not matter to who or why I was doing what I am, I just needed to feed my rebel stubbornness as part of me still is in denial from all of this, of how things went down south fast.
In the end, I just wanted to pretend that I had a choice in all of this, that I had some sort of power over my own life and that I could live as I wished even though I knew very clearly just how wrong that is.
Just how far from reality that is…
