AMELIA’S POV (Almost 14 years old)
So two years passed like that and I reached the morning of my 12th birthday. I swear sometimes I can not believe how fast these 7 years had gone, further at times I can’t begin to comprehend the changes in my life and there are moments (when I feel low) that I truly believe that a majority of these 7 years has just been a nightmare and that I am going to wake up any minute and have loving people around me. I know I believe in me and Z now but what do I say? Sometimes you hear things enough and you can’t help but partially believe them!
Do you think that is pathetic of me? I know I should be used to being alone by now, but sometimes I just can’t help feeling like this. It is always the worst on my birthday, cause it makes me feel even lonelier than usual
