I am in “hiding”. It’s a strange feeling, to have to hide in your own city, to have streets where you used to laugh and walk with friends turn against you. In one room that I hide in I can see trees, flowers, plants in the yard.
“U know? I wish we were never in a situation where they told me that you know more than your age or that you are truly brave. I am really tired of having so much pain and regret in my heart in my twenties. And I have to fight for the most ordinary things.” That’s […]