I can't do it anymore
I wrote. I slammed shut my journal and threw it in anger. I just can't do it; everything has become too much.
I hate my life. No matter what I do, I can never free myself from the capture of my past. My lingering emptiness only worsens as the days go on. I have given up trying; I wasn't in control anymore.
It's been reoccurring a lot more lately. My father started to notice during meetings. It's becoming a problem, he says. If only he knew...
It usually starts when they talk about guns; suddenly, I'm right back to the place I fear most. My mind relives it. Over and over.
Tonight the exhausting cycle continues, my head submerged in my wet pillow. I want to go back to how things once were; however, I feel I will never be the same...
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Teen Fiction"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE" he shouted at me. I fell to my knees, crying hysterically. He started to shake me. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE" ------------------------------------------ Ellianna Armani is the daughter of a mafia leade...
