SOME THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
Someday I will tell my story. Somewhere. Somehow. When I am ready.
For now, all I can do is to keep reminding myself not to lose hope. Things shall get better. And I shall strive to always remember the good things. And the good people around me. Who love me for who I am. Who do not say they do yet their actions say otherwise.
The only thing that is keeping me together, or keeping me alive even, is the thought that in a few days, God-willing, I will finally be going home. I will finally get away from all this.