It’s hard to describe where things started - the beginning of things just disappeared. Always believing I was afraid of time continuing to move forward but the past is what I mostly fear. Every step towards happiness taking me a step further from being happy. Continuously reliving unpleasant events in my mind causing me to view the world as crappy. Repeatedly asking myself, why am I here - why me ? Only to be reminded this is just all apart of the story. After each and every fall down I always manage to pick myself up. Even with a damaged heart I’ll never give up.