You let yourself be pushed around by your friends and family, and you walk out the door. Your bags are in your hands and you have no where to go.
Sometimes you feel like dropping dead, and other times you wish someone would save you from the darkness.
You decide to stop in a field and allow the rain to wash away your memories.
You think that without memories you can start a new life, but you were wrong. You got a job, even though it would take some time before getting enough money for a house.
Soon you got the job of your dreams. You became a doctor, though you kept your real dream hidden. You wanted to be a writer.
There was always something missing. Each day you would go to work and speak to nobody, and then go back to your 'home'.
There was always a flicker of hope in your empty soul.
You wanted to have a family that loved you. One that would cry at your funeral.
But that would never happen, and the flicker of hope would be washed away by the waves of depression.
Each night you would get barely any sleep.
You would wait for that perfect family.
You wouldn't care what anyone said.
And then, the waves of depression washed away the flicker of hope.
Nobody needed you. Your life had no meaning. You were there to live and then to die.
Nobody paid any attention to you.
You cried sometimes, and then you thought that you didn't need to cry.
You would keep hoping.
And one day, those dreams would come true.
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Chapter notes: Based on something that happened to me.
I haven't checked it for mistakes, so yeah...