A girl who once believed in Prince Charming, happily ever after, and most importantly hope.
I had dreams, friends, places to go and things too see.
Now I'm hateful, suspicious, miserable and very much alone. Hopes and dreams? Gone. Faith in good people still existing...rarely if your lucky. Regret? All I know. Sorry that I didn't die when I had the misfortune to watch a truck come at me with a lunatic behind the wheel...yes.
I woke up and I would swear this must be hell.
What was the point in "living" since my life has no point anymore.
I may not be in the physical hell I ensured for many many months after the initial trauma....
But emotional hell...it's worse. At least physical pain gets you concern of nurses and "loved ones" and medicine to make it a blur..
The emotional pain is like none other.