I've been told a few things. Like about how I got hurt. Hearing it doesn't seem real, even if I try to accept that it's not a lie. I can see the injuries, I can feel that they're real, but it feels like it happened to somebody else. I don't think I'll be happy until I know what's true and what's not. And if this is the only way...
Thank you, I'm not sure what I did to deserve such a friend. But I appreciate that I have you. I don't know. I don't even know where.