I find myself hating my life. I tried to go out and have a good time with my brother and play racket-ball...only to be bombarded with auditory and physical flashbacks, I tried so hard to shake 'em...but the harder I tried the harder it got. When I walked out from the room, I felt trapped by the fences...like I had no place to go, no place to run, no place to hide. All I wanted to do was escape the memories, but I didn't know how.
I feel so lost and alone sometimes...
I don't know what to do
or where to go...
I feel like a trapped animal.
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