FUCKING LOSER!

Christiana’s point of view

I sat on the terrace, so utterly alone as I watched people coming back from their work. I isolated myself from everything and accepted the night. I dread dozing off in the night and having to face another day.

I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I didn’t know what I was going to do the next day.

The diary where I penned down my emotions lay next to me. The hours on endlessly. I’ve been trying my best to figure out things. But I am unable to focus. I feel inadequate, worthless, and inferior. I should have never left the school. I should not have obeyed my stepmother and taken her daily abuse, nasty behaviour, and garbage so easily. “Huh” I gasped.

I am just shame. An uncouth brat. Someone who couldn’t do anything worth it in her life. Thinking about all of this was so pointless and painful, but I was helpless. A thought hissed and spitted in my head like a snake:

You are a fucking loser!

However, I glanced out. The night view was nothing less than a pictu