A year had pass, but here I am writing in my boring, anonymous blog. Blurting out the words I never intend to tell to anyone.
A year had pass, but I’m still here, to the place where I was born. To the place where I learned how cruel life can be.
A year had pass, but it seems that the darkness that grows inside my body had finally swallowed my entirety.
A year had pass. Nothing has change. Except for the fact that the hope i tried to cling to is vanishing away. I’ve never felt so hopeless before.