The night that I saw Freddy at the library, I went to bed, confused. I wanted to flee my situation, but I didn’t know where to go or who to turn to. When I woke up in the morning, I had a bruise across my stomach the length of a fist, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I did emotionally. I was a mess.
I really don’t understand her thinking. Guilt, loneliness... so sad . Your life was a tug and pull by your family 😘
College wasn't much of an escape.
Sooo relatable. Hard times create strong people.