Fiona

Things have changed around here, not for them but for me. I don't mind going home but what I dislike most is when evening comes. When evening falls, I'll start to camp inside my room, unwilling to even step out of the room for a glass of water. It's just to frustrating and torturing not to stop thinking of the past, even when it's already all over.

Everytime when I'm ready to forgive, all those bad memories starts coming back again, reminding me how it all happened. This stops me and makes me hate even more.