Dear Diary,
I felt emotionless, empty and numb. I didn't know if that was just me or all those drugs that went through my body.
I felt weak but at the same time twitchy. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even talk. If I tried nothing understandable would come out.
I wanted to leave this place. I hate it here, I don't want to be here. I just wanna go home.
Go home and pretend I'm someone else. Some other healthy girl half across the world. Where I would wake up and smile, go to school, study hard to make something of my future.
I would finish high school, go to collage, find a job I enjoy, meet someone, fall in love, get married, have kids and grow old.
I wanted that. I never knew how precious life was until now... Like they say you never know how precious something is until you lose it...
And I was losing it... I was losing my precious life.
Love,
Annabel
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
