It's Been A Long Time
I hardly eat or sleep. I don't sleep because I'm afraid of nightmares. I can't drive around town without having a memory, flashback, or actually feel like I'm reliving the times when I was attacked.
I have to work so hard everyday just so smile and be okay. To not show everyone I'm not hurting. Two years have passed but it doesn't feel like it's been more than a week. I feel like I've lost hope that things will get better. That they'll just be like this forever.