THALIA ISABELLE
I was about to leave him when he held my hand. “I want to know about your life for the past 2 years,” he said and I nodded. He wants to know everything I will tell except him about my baby because he doesn’t deserve to know my baby.
“I was diagnosed with depression, I thought of myself as the weakest person on Earth and I felt ashamed because none in our family is weak but I am weak,” I said and heave a deep sigh because looking back at my old self.
I felt pity because I have to go through with that process. “Can you continue talking about your past? If you can’t then I’ll wait until you can,” he said and he misinterpret my sudden silence. “I will tell you the exact situation that I have been in so you will know what kind of pain you inflicted on me,” I told him and he look away.
“I stayed inside my room for 24/7 and my family is worried about me. One time, my brother went to visit me in my room and he saw me readying myself to hang out using my blanket, I can’t rememb
