#Chapter15 Saving

I don't know what day or time it is anymore, it's as if I don't care to know about the number of days and nights that I've been in captivity.

Some people might think I'm abnormal if they could hear the thoughts inside my head --- I know I would.

I've been thinking about life and people in general. I've always wondered why the hell there is so much hate in the world, and I realised it's because we either hurt or say mean full things just so we ourselves couldn't get hurt and to protect ourselves from the onslaught of pain it might bring.

Some things could...