When I was 10 years old, I never had the slightest idea of what it was really gonna be like to be 20. The idea of being 10 years older was unreal… I would watch TV and just picture myself as someone else, because I was just way too busy fighting those who made my childhood go through hell. When I turned 15 I never even thought I’d make it to 16. I was way too busy fighting my own thoughts trying not to end my life, but trying so hard to do so, though. Now that I’m 20 I’m still striving to leave everything behind, but every day I wake up realizing I’ll probably not make it to 25.
See you in 5 years.
I’m 26.
