95. Alone.

Ik lach zachtjes in mezelf en ga verder met het huis schoonmaken.

Ik weet dat dit nogal depri is en chaotisch, maar ik schrijf vanuit Alyssa(meestal dan) en dit is zeg maar hoe zij alles beleeft.

I’ve never met him, but I miss him. I know he was the one. And I know he’s gone, cause I feel empty and alone inside me. And something is telling me that I will be alone forever and maybe that’s just fine. Because, after all, that’s what I have been my whole life. Just empty and alone, with nothing to look forward and nothing to look back. Just me, the empty and alone person.

M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S.