"I already knew I was toxic to myself, but just because I was restraining myself never meant I would forgive people who took my family from me. I was wild because of my family. I hated losing people and losing the brother I never even got to know messed me up.
So despite the snow that had piles, despite the fucking snow storms and the dangerous hail outside, I was determined to go back home and get my revenge.
it was not just about revenge. I needed to see for myself what had become of me. I needed to understand why everyone was so determined to make my life a living hell and maybe this was the punishment I got for wanting justice for my family.
but did justice really mean more and more losses on my end? I wanted to know why this was happening to me and the cold snow was nothing compared to the sound of my breaking heart and the pain that was ripping me apart from the inside.