We believe that as long as we’re aware of our surroundings and with our eyes open, nothing unexpected will approach us and we will be safe.
Sometime last week, I was asked to get my brothers from their friend’s house to come home for dinner. Not unusual in any way, so I walked outside, hopped on my bike and began my search for my younger brothers.
3,560 days. Nine years, eight months, and twenty-eight days. That’s how long I had with my mother.
I overthink things far too much and am often paranoid. I analyze conversations, trying to find some deeper meaning behind words when there is none. I assume that if someone doesn't reply immedeately, I've said something wrong or they simply hate me now, and then I hate myself for thinking that because I know it’s not true and there's no logical basis behind it.