I never really understood what people meant when they talked about 'Existing but not really living' till recent. The past three years of my life had been excruciatingly slow and at the same time blurry.
I am a modern day zombie, going through every day just existing, not actually living.
College, a place of fun and freedom, is my personal prison. My dorm room seem to be my cage , never going out except necessary. My stubbornness and strong resolve are the cuffs that keeps me in place. I wouldn't want it any other way, but sadly, my four years sentence is about to elapse.
I don't want to leave this prison. I don't want to leave my cage. I don't want to go back to him. I am terrified of what I might find.