Prologue

PROLOGUE
For those of you who live and breathe happy endings, who insist on following your heart because, well, it's what you're always told, and also who are destroyed because you realize that things aren't always what you expect, then my story isn't for you.
Well, to be honest, this isn't even my story, I just have a big part in it. But this story has changed my life. I think about it everyday, and some days I can't control myself enough to ever stop. It haunts me - day and night - as I toss and turn lying in my bed, as I go through the motions of my everyday life, and most of all when I least expect the memories to replay in my mind. I can't ever turn them off. Because this story is everywhere I go, everyone I see, and every minute of everyday of my wretched life. Especially Tuesday's. And as I stare at these blank white walls which hold me as their prisoner, I really have nothing else better to do than to absolutely hate everything that is a part of who I am. Because who I am is a coward, a liar, and a no good for nothing fool who belongs in hell. But then again, that's where I am, isnt it?