Sickness of the world

I'm sick of being here. Sick of being needed. Sick of being the one who always care...the one who always remember...the one who always there...the one who is strong and always be the shoulder to cry on...i'm just so tired...so tired of being independent...tired of all this nonsense...now I know how Rosalie felt...the day she committed suicide...

Back from the other side...part 1

All I want is to be happy. Live in a world surrounded by the warmth and kindness of the people that I love. I just woke up from the never ending nightmare. I was in coma for five weeks. I remember being hit. I remember the pain. I remember everything. The fear, the agony, the loss...everything.