I would never live the same things I left behind. I would never ever be a teen again, that was hell, passion, and every other heartbreaking emotion.
I’m a survivor, I’m blessed. I’m here for a reason and I’m not wondering too much about it, not anymore.
Having passed through those years and having come out alive is a score! It doesn’t mean I’ve finished to suffer, but I’m bigger, you know, I’m on my feet and I’m responsible for my own decisions. I know, many of us are scared to take responsibilities, but for me it’s translated: FREEDOM!
The thing is I don’t wanna be under someone will again. Everyone is the result of his childhood. This is me.
It’s a purgatory, with some blinks of heaven, but at least it’s not a hell anymore.