Anger...sadness...hurt...
Those same three emotions kept swirling inside me as I sat allalone in the back garden, my back leaning against the same tree -my favoritetree now- my bare legs stretched on the freshly cut grass, watching the sunslowly set down, leaving behind a trail of orange at the horizon, the warm windbreeze slowly drying my wet cheeks.
There were no more tears left, only that same, awful sensation inthe pit of my stomach and a bitter taste in my mouth.
Once again, I found myself asking that same question;
What has my life become?
When the hell did we get to this? From fighting over astupid damn party to fighting the f*****g Archangel of Destruction...
I ran the back of my hand over my cheeks, wiping the lingeringwetness, letting out a heavy sigh, slowly closing my red
