Chapter28

#Chapter28

My life never really went downhill... ever.

There was no point of falling apart, I couldn't tell the date where everything just got fucked up and ruined forever. Things around me were never completely fine, it was their default to be broken. The people, the furniture the lives. Everything was shattered in pieces already before I even had the chance to see or touch them.

For that reason, I learned to live without wanting things. Without trying to keep someone close, or without being self-sacrificing or kind. I didn't have the luxury of irrational decisions out of love or other emotions.

Of course, most people think, that those like me don't even know the word 'emotional attachment', but that's not true. We know it, we just use a different term:

Suicide.