They tricked me into thinking that leaving behind everything was just a part of growing up. Now I stand here, at the beach of an ocean. Dark, creepy liquid touching with the gray sky at the horizon. If something lies in these waters, it has long since died, and it's just because they took my life and directed how I should be. It's because I trusted them ... because I trusted myself.

I ... I'd better keep moving. I don't want to get lost in it fully.

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