chapter ★ one: It’s not like I don’t like anyone, I really do. Seeing people happy makes my vision blurry. And I remember everything, from head to toe. I remember every detail. I used to have lots of friends. I used to have lots of family. What happened to all of that? Seeing people happy brings tears to my eyes. I should feel happy for them shouldn’t I? I thought if I just ran away, everything would seem better. It just made me miss my mom and dad more. How do other people have picture perfect lives? My biggest lie was saying I was perfect. And why did I say that? Maybe because I thought people would care for me. Everything I say, goes against me. So why should I trust someone? My parents are gone, my friends are gone. And I don’t wanna lose someone else…
