#Chapter73
*So, it seems I’m left all alone. Alone to discover myself, someone would say. But it doesn’t feel this way. Funny how history repeats itself.
Funny that I let it turn out that way once more.
You think that something happening twice to you would be easier to bear. But to be honest, it hurts more than before.
I’m just aimlessly wandering around; nothing can fill my sorrow.
I’m drinking, blurring the days between them. I don’t want to remember; I want to forget. Drinking makes me feel powerless, makes me human. Maybe this is how I should be feeling.
I feel lost, memories come into play, reality isn’t always what it seems to be. I’m once more betrayed having followed my wretched heart.
