Molly- entry 2 (a story unwritten)

I can stop sometimes to look around. More times than not I’m not sure what I’m looking at. Hours turn to days, then years build and have a way of blending all the moments together. Lines get smudged. Colors fade. I can look back to see mistakes clearly—mistakes I couldn’t see while I was making them. I suppose that is part of life. Falling in head first only to get smashed down and taken for a fool. Cynical I suppose but I’m not feeling very hopeful—not in a glass is half full  kind of mood. I’ve been lost for too long in a world I don’t understand. Walls build upon secrets—secrets that are most likely lies. The sky keeps getting darker. I know it sounds strange but it’s true, it’s real. Something has change. It is currently changing. I didn’t know where I was going when I left two years ago. I still don’t know. I know I can’t be on that side of the city. I am not one of them. Trying to blend in was getting dangerous…I wish I could say I knew where I belonged. I don’t know what I am. How I’m suppose to find answers?

I’m hungry and cold. It’s been weeks since I’ve slept through the night. How can I? What’s preventing any walk of life to end me? Nothing. My powers don’t help there. I wish I could find a place to be, even it’s just for a little while. Travis walked away mad—I don’t blame him. It’s been four days. I don’t think he’s coming back.

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