I know who I am. I know that I don’t fit. I fought. I thought I stood for something. I made no impact and got impacted the most. I am choosing my way out and no one respects my wishes including the man upstairs or whatever you believe. I almost succeeded the last time. Ended up in a coma for a month. I find now that my life is slow torture. Things happen for a reason and you end up in positions that you don’t want to be in. And you fight but there is no place to go home. Is it worth it? Are […]
