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The war is over around me: my mom is smiling again, she is more wise after two long, long and chaotic years - may be more-.
But, to me, the sequelae make me stay in an inestable process of some days being on peace, quiet, stay, relax, positive thoughts, but the other days all become sad, hard, I want to punch something (or somebody), I want to die -however, a flash reflection of "there is more than this pain" hold my heart to stay another day, or week. My mind with my thoughts are an agony. Nothing hurts so much than a fake happiness. I, I just want to talk to someone who doesn't know me, hopping that can help me to leave that back-pack full of heavy stones. Sorry my bad english.