Thursday 31st December 2038 (Katrina age 18)
You just don't understand what I think. It's not fear, its love. Fears a way to fight of all of the unnecessary love that I don't need. Nobody is going to love me, not now. I don't want pity, I don't want hatred and I definitely don't need love. Pointless and a waste of time. This is how it always ends up. It never works and it always goes wrong. I have learnt that the hard way.
As I trudge up the fire escape steps by Times Square I sit on the roof of one of the old buildings and gaze down at the gathering couples getting ready to share their new year's kisses and share that important moment which begins 2039. The countdown begins and I gaze down at my left wrist where the many cuts and slices go up my arm but by me veins there is a small print of writing that reads Bravery. I run my finger over the tattoo which I had had for a long time. As the number 1 was hit I bring it to my lips. This symbolizes the only love I ever had which is gone. It was all my fault and I slowly cried myself to sleep that night. This is what I have lost and this is why I won't love
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Fear Me
ЖахиThere were many bad things in this world. I was one of them. Don't be kind. Don't forgive. Don't let the real me show. I told myself. Stay away. Come a step closer and that will be the end of you...
