CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
It’s been three days. Maybe four. I had no idea. I had pretty much lost track of time the moment I walked into my childhood house, not exactly expecting to see both my parents inside the house. Sure, the last time mum called, she’d claimed they were getting back together. I’d stop caring since this was probably the fiftieth breakup they’d had. I never understood why they didn’t take a divorce. They hadn’t asked me a thing when I walked inside but I’d done enough wallowing and it was time for me to put myself back into the road.
If I kept on locking myself up and hugging my old teddy bear, then I would really begin believing the thoughts in my head telling me that I’m not enough and that is why I keep getting hurt. So, today I woke up at around eight in the morning,
