Prison of Misery

So, Bluo, I've just made the longest drive back home. I usually drive fast and am eager to get home..but today...well, today's just a whole lot different. I drove slowly on purpose and each time I get closer to home, my speed reduces. It's like I'm afraid to go home...I don't want to go home. It's just not home anymore. My home's...I don't know where it is now. Even when I parked my car outside my house, I didn't dare step out. I just stayed there listening to the music and staring out blankly into the fields of grasses. But then again, I had to go down no matter what.

Bluo, this place...it's a prison of misery. I'm sorry to have to say that. People might think I'm just so ungrateful but the thing is, they don't know what I'm going through all these years. It's tough...Some might think I'm just this happy, smiley-faced girl but no. I'm not like that deep down. It's just a mask that I wear to put on a good impression to others, you know. But behind that mask, it's just something people can't understand. Even if you look into my eyes, you can't possibly understand what I'm going through. Sometimes, I wonder if it's best to just leave...but it's no good either. I have people in there who needs me because they too feels the same way as I. My road's all blocked up with tree trunks and the forests that once been so bright, is now just a dark and cold place.

Bluo, I really don't know what to do. This prison of misery is just filled with...well, sorrow obviously. It has this curse spelled upon this home. You can't hide nor can you ran. You have no where to go....it's like never ending maze with no opening. All I can do now is to just stare out my window from my room and pray that one day, this will all be okay once again.

That's all, Bluo. It's a good thing I get to type to you. Otherwise, I would just bottle it up and burst into pieces of human flesh. LOL! Just joking.