insomnia again

Martins had gone back to his house later that evening leaving me alone in the living room.

It was 3am in the morning and sleep was the least thing close to me.

I didn't even fall asleep at all..

I just sat on the couch staring at the ceiling, rethinking what Martins had told me earlier about Diego.

If I had that kinda shitty Life, I'd be torn apart too.

But the truth is , I choose to be happy.

I choose not to think about my past.

I choose not to think about everything surrounding me and how painful my life is.

I make myself happy by being happy and not choosing to think about my circumstances.

If I wanna follow the way my life is going, I would have committed suicide a long time ago, but whenever I think about the fact that I'm still alive till now, I know there's a reason for my existence and so I'm gonna live my life every day, every moment, making sure I make the best of it, and nothing is going to stop me.

Not even Mario

The door suddenly opens slowly and Diego walks in.

"Why are