Another Chance at Life
Circumstances urge me to get a grip on my thoughts and pen them down. Thoughts about how life is so cruel sometimes, no matter what you do you cannot escape the harsh realities of it. This is why dear journal you are my confidante. The only place where I can safely pen down my thoughts without the fear of anyone abusing them or without them being read and misunderstood. It has been a total of 19 days to the incident. Slowly the memory of it is fading away and it seems like the incident never occurred. 19 days to the day I lost everything. The day I lost faith in hope and the goodness in the world. The day the good people showed their true colours. The day I truly found out who my real friends are. There is a phrase dear journal and it goes like this, true friends stick by you through thick and thin. They don’t abandon you at the first hint of slight trouble or turbulence. A friend is supposed to help you in your bad times. At first my heart was crushed and I contemplated...