I had a dream. A dream where I was alone and happy. Where I was sick-free. And loved. Loved by someone.
Sadly it was only a dream. I wake up,sadly. I did feel pain due to the beating yesterday. I get up and get ready. This time I will bring a pocket knife(just in case). I remember near telling me that everything happens for a reason. If that's true, then why? Why is it that I have to live like this. I take my daily pills and leave. As I walk I see light. I didn't really want to talk to him. In fact I don't want to talk to anyone. I laugh, like I ever talk to anyone. So I kept walking keeping a slow pace. Then god thought it was funny to put a rock in front of me...
I fell down.
It made a loud thump so which of course attracted light. He came rushing towards me and helped me up.