This is the last day of my life.
I say that with certainty because of where I am now.
When I was a child I wrote a diary.
I never expected anyone would read it.
Fanciful childish nonsense, at least that's what I hoped they'd think.
Fast forward to the future and the last entry I made is the reason I'm standing at this grave, wondering if I'd still be here if I had never written that last damning paragraph.
I'm almost certain the answer would be no. I thought I had friends. It turns out I was alone all the time. A tale of friendship, secrets, and lies.
Betrayal and broken promises are the ingredients for the most delicious revenge.
This is the last day of my life.
I say that with certainty because of where I am now.
When I was a child I wrote a diary.
I never expected anyone would read it.
Fanciful childish nonsense, at least that's what I hoped they'd think.
Fast forward to the future and the last entry I made is the reason I'm standing at this grave, wondering if I'd still be here if I had never written that last damning paragraph.
I'm almost certain the answer would be no. I thought I had friends. It turns out I was alone all the time. A tale of friendship, secrets, and lies.
Betrayal and broken promises are the ingredients for the most delicious revenge.