May 5th, 2016
Who should you blame for my insecurities?
Who raised me to be like this?
Me.
I am the only one to blame.
And there's nothing anyone can do about it.
YOU ARE READING
Weak
Short Story"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
